Even at 4.5, my son saw my stress. From the moment he was d'x, i lived and breathed diabetes. It consumed everything about me. Friends stopped calling. Looking back, who could blame them? There was no joy in my life. I didn't have time for it. I didn't allow time for it. How could people possibly understand the implications of caring for a type 1 diabetic? They didn't get it. I quit eating until my pregnancy forced me to think about my baby's health. Even then, diabetes always came first. For 2 years, I stayed within the fog, allowing the depression to rule my moods, my days led by the belief that life sucked, that nothing would ever be fair again. My fake smiles fooled most people, but not my son. He saw the stress, and he often commented on it. I'm happy to report, 3 years after that awful day, I got my sense of humor back. I'm living again. Diabetes does not come first. It's dealt with the same way one would deal with a pimple-dab a little cream on it, then go on with the day, only occasionally wondering if it is grabbing attention. Now, every mistake gives us the opportunity to learn. Learn then move on. As for Sam...well, we could all learn a little something about resiliency from our kids. For those recently diagnosed-it's going to be okay. Honest to goodness. You can handle this, and you can continue to lead happy, fulfilling lives. And your CWD is going to be okay too-better than okay, they are going to bounce back and lead normal lives. Diabetes is just something special about them, just one small thread of their tapestry's.