Gavin: Mommy, did you take your medicine? The one that keeps you from dying?
Me: Yes I am still taking it.
Gavin: Why did you take it off? Remember when you took it off a long time ago? I told you not to.
Me: Sweetie, that was when I had to change out the insulin cartridge.
Gavin: Are you going to die?
Me: No, Baby! I promise I will take my medicine so I can stay here with you. You don't need to worry. I promise you!
Gavin: Good.
Poor Gavin! I don't want him to be worrying about this so young. I always worried that something was going to happen to my mom and/or Dean. I used to have to get "one more hug" over and over again before I'd leave or let them leave. I did not overcome that issue until I was an adult. I don't want Gavin to be inhibited by fear like I always was.
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