About a month ago I received a call from my mother while I was at my house. When I answered she told me that my brother was in the emergency room. I followed my father to the hospital immediately. When we arrived I saw four or five nurses surrounding my brother's hospital bed. One of the nurses finally noticed my father and I and told us that Jaxon was diagnosed with juvenile diabetes. At that moment I had no feeling in my body aside from lament. About an hour later he was sent on an ambulance to BSA Hospital in Amarillo. The reason for his transport was because of the more prestigious doctors in Jaxon's field of disease. As I stood there watching them prick and poke him with needles, all I could think about was how much more difficult it would make his life. The gradually increasing responsibilities he will have to overcome are everlasting. This didn't physically hurt me but the mental toll was extreme. Being the stubborn child as he is, Jaxon overcame the full week of constant tests and medical care and is now back to playing with all of his toys again. As much as I love the kid his schedule is outrageous. Breakfast at exactly seven in the morning, insulin shot following breakfast, play time til ten, snack, insulin shot if needed, nap, lunch, insulin shot if needed, play time, nap, snack, play time, dinner insulin shot, bottle and bed. This is constant schedule it takes for my brother to survive every day.
