Artist: Brendan Eskridge, 10
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Age at
diagnosis: 9
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Title:
T1D Hockey
“This is about me wanting to get into
the NHL but when T1D hit me, it was like I was getting cross checked. Max
Domi inspires me to achieve my NHL goal.”
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The following is an excerpt from my upcoming book, Dear Warriors, set for release November 2018. I need your help to make this come true! If you or someone you know has T1D and has some art that could help illustrate this book, please contact me at dearwarriors2018@gmail.com. More info can be found here. Remember: we're all Warriors- just some of us are specialized Diabetic Warriors.
Thank you!
Better Teammates
I wrote this book through the lens of
an adult Diabetic Warrior (DW) relying on other adult Warriors, Diabetic or
not. Through this writing process, and exploring the lives and art of young T1D
artists, I was reminded that young DWs rely on their fellow Warriors, too.
I received the above image from a mom whose son was diagnosed with T1D after suffering the
teasing of hockey teammates for his excessive water drinking and bathroom
breaks. Teasing that switched to support as his reality became clear. Now, the
ribbing has become encouragement. The whole team is learning lessons on how to
live together and on how to collaborate.
We think that children should not be
Warriors, period. We think they should be able to grow and explore unfettered
by real pain and hardship. We want their struggles, if any, to be manageable
and controlled.
Sometimes, our fears get the best of
us. Images form of our babies stumbling through a hostile forest, lost and
alone. It terrifies us. While we struggle with these worries, we must remember
neither we nor our kids are alone in the woods.
Let's remember what the enemy really
is. It's not people. It's things. It's our choices.
We don’t want our children to face
struggle, but they do. Along with beauty, life is filled with struggle:
walking, learning, growing up and old. Some kids jump from Warrior to Diabetic
Warrior within months or even days of their very first breaths. If we go back
to our Warrior and forest metaphors, we shouldn’t be surprised that reality is rough
for our kids. There’s no magic net protecting the tender sapling in the forest
until it reaches a certain size. There’s no safety lock for Warriors in the
field that will ensure they get through the barrages that life shoots out,
unscathed. There are no guarantees.
But we do have each other.
This boy’s teammates became better
teammates because of his diabetes. We can become better teammates to each
other- better Warriors to each other- by acknowledging and understanding one
another’s strengths and weaknesses. By working together, whether we want to or
not. By never taking each other for granted. By commending each other in our
successes and lifting each other up in our failures.
How can I be a
better teammate? Do I have enough teammates? Do I rely on them as I should?