A DiabetesDad Bad Day : and Kaitlyn written inmarker. Permanent marker. Labeled over 5 years ago so we knew whoowned what. Why were we given two kids with diabetes? Why? Why? Why? Why? Whyeven given one?Istarted to realize that my little girl, my little butterfly-kisses princess oftwo years old now twenty-four, could probably fill 50 refrigerators full ofdiabetes supplies that have passed through her body. I just stared at thetwo shelves.Icried.Iwalked outside, took a deep breath. Twenty minutes sitting and looking ata majestic sky by our waterfall. Thinking. Dwelling. Done. And now it’s time to get back to work. Nothing gets done while cryingabout it. Working toward a cure, advocating, and/or whatever else beingworked on does not get done by dwelling on things that cannot bedifferent. By working on these things, though, can bring aboutchange. Change is what we need.Sotoday, was not an easy day for me. I’m entitled.Iam a diabetes dad.Pleasevisit my Diabetes Dad FB Pageandhit ‘like’.