I never thought I would be thankful for D, but after what has happened with my nephew this week, I am thankful for it. Like many of our kids reflected on this site, my son Andy was diagnosed in DKA and we almost lost him that first night in the hospital. Until this week, we were the only parents in our extended family who had experienced a life-threatening and life-altering situation with a child. This past Wednesday, my nephew (who is Andy's age... 4 years old) was admitted to the hospital and his diagnosis is an inoperable, malignant brian tumor called diffuse pontine glioma. He will undergo radiation and chemo, but the cancer is so aggressive, that his life expectancy is 6-9 months. We are all heartbroken over this and it makes me so grateful that even though we almost lost Andy, his diagnosis is something we can manage. I'll be the first to say that D sucks and I hate it, but today, I am also grateful for it. I am grateful that with care and management (and lots of guessing) that I will be able to hug my son every night and tell him I love him and I will be able to watch him grow and play little league and learn to drive and fall in love and do a million other things. I'm grateful.