The theme of the grief of diagnosis coming and going is common here, and my husband and I really get that. For one, it's like real grief, so we have a way of understanding how this happens and how it will pass. But, last night something happened that caused my 11-year-old to be hit with the reality of this disease and the unfairness of it and just sadness of it. I'm realizing that she's getting old enough to not just be consoled and listened to, but to actually understand that this is a process that humans go through at another level. My mother passed away suddenly a few months before diagnosis, so my daughter does have some experience with waves of grief hitting you at unexpected moments. Have any of you explicitly talked about this with your older kids? How did it go? In case it matters, the specific trigger was around being reminded that a younger sibling does not have D and can, in this case, just go to bed when he's tired rather than having a conversation around what Dex says and how many units are left in the pod.