Hi, I'm a mum of five, four boys and one girl. My youngest was diagnosed in November with type 1 diabetes. He was 28 months old at diagnosis. He was having lots of wet nappies and drinking lots. The health vsitor advised his problems were probably behavioral and that I should restrict his drinks. I asked if I could get a urine test as I had frightened myself reading something awful on the internet. It took me a week to get a urine sample in a potty meanwhile I was restricting his drinks. On the day I dropped off his urine sample he was whimpering like an animal and when the doctor rang he was in such a state I could barely hear the doctor speak. When the doctor told me he had a high sugar level in his urine I have to say I still thought it was going to be ok. On the way to the doctors I convinced myself it must be because he had dropped some biscuit into the potty and it had secreted all it's sugar into the sample over night. Then when they tested his blood at the surgery and his blood sugars were high and they sent us to hospital I was racked with guilt thinking I was a terrible mother and they were going to find out that I had let him eat a really rubbish cereal for breakfast. Anyway I feel I could type out everything but that would make this introduction an epic instead of a paragraph. So to cut a long story short, that awful thing I read on the internet became my sons story too. He is on 3 injections of a fast acting insulin after meals and a slow acting insulin injected before bed. Our local health authority does not fund insulin pumps and they are way out of our budget but we are still in the early stages of his treatment anyway (We are in the UK) My son I feel is coping very well with all the treatment. He has lots of bruises from the injections but he does kick and fight. We are struggling to keep his sugar levels at a decent level, lots of highs and lots of lows, lots of eating half a biscuit at midnight etc. The first week after diagnosis I felt like I couldn't exhale. Shock and fear. And since then I have felt like Mrs Angry. Angry at people for their hurtful, ignorant comments. Angry that it couldn't be someone elses child for once (my children have all been through so much) and when their parents just pass diabetes off as no big deal. Angry that I have to inject my frightened little boy, angry that I have to wake him up at night and nag him to eat, angry that his sheets are smeared with blood etc etc And then I am Mrs Guilty. Was it something I ate when pregnant or when breastfeeding because I only stopped just before his diagnosis? Guilty that it wasn't me instead of him. Guilt that I am not giving my other children enough attention. Guilt that I am angry with other people and oh so gulity that I feel angry with God. Oh my word, what a nightmare this is! Well, hello to you all on this forum. I hope one day I will be of help to some of you. I have bucket loads of sympathy for any child in my son's situation and for any parent enduring this roller coaster ride. I pray everyday for a cure but meanwhile I hope there will be lots of help and support out there to keep my son as healthy as possible and to keep me as sane as possible. Best wishes to you all.