Almost since Andrew's diagnosis nearly three years ago, we've been hearing about Camp AZDA, the summer camp for kids with diabetes run by the Arizona chapter of the American Diabetes Association. We've been hearing the great things about the camp: about how it's a life-changer for the kids, how they learn so much while they're there while having a lot of fun, how they're monitored day and night to make sure they don't have a problem, and so on.
After waiting nearly three years, waiting for Andrew to reach the minimum age, today's the day he finally goes to summer camp...without us. He's been to Cub Scout camp a few times, but with either myself or both my wife and I with him. This is different. For the first time, he's going to be away from us, and not for a night at Grandma's (which he did a few times before he was diagnosed), but for a week.
He's excited. We're just a little nervous. But in the end, I think this will work out. I hope he'll have a positive experience, meet new friends, learn more about taking care of himself, and have a blast.
And maybe his parents will get a full night's sleep for the first time in three years. I wonder what that's like....