Darling, Mommy Might Die
Sophie Sabbage

My ex hubby is diabetic, prone to have very violent hypoglycemia. Actually, only few months ago it turned out that not only he was diabetic, but he, actually had epilepsy which was, usually triggered by low blood sugar.

Well, he was diabetic when we met and I was aware of his attacks from day one. So were our kids since they could walk and talk and help by bringing me towels or honey or call someone to help if he had attacks. Simply, even if we could hide it (most unlikely, considering how violent his attacks were), there was always that possibility that one of them could be alone with dad and if not prepared, God knows which trauma that could cause.

Later, we divorced, remained good friends, I met other man, we got married and, as it is in life, my love was diagnosed with prostate cancer. So, we set to discuss what to tell kids. Frankly — My biggest concern was how, psychologically, will my hubby feel, because he was one of those tall, strong guys who are pillars of his surroundings, and now, suddenly, he was terminally ill. As for kids, I kind of knew that they will accept it same way that they accepted their father’s illness — unfortunate, but, well, that’s something we have to live with. It’s not going to change if we try to deny it. Even when my love died, that was mantra which kept all of us going — it sucks, but we must move on, but we kind of keep him alive in our lives. Not a day pass that someone doesn’t mention him, and that’s kind of comforting. At least for me.

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