Today, within an hour and a half, I was witness to four occurrences of the Denver PD and Denver Fire in action. It served as a reminder of how grateful I am that they are there when needed. I know that seeing four instances between leaving work and arriving home is only a small portion of all that they were truly doing at that exact moment. That Denver is a big city and my commute is pretty small.
From door to door (for the most part at least) -
But as a parent to a T1D youth - 911, EMTs, and other first responders are often on my mind. Luckily we have not had to make that call, but that day could be any day. I want to say we always have the glucagon with us or sugar to treat lows, but in reality we don't. There could be a situation I'm not around, will others know she's T1 and what to do? Will the EMTs see her medic alert bracelet in time to treat accordingly? The thoughts sit at the back of the mind, almost waiting to become a reality, but the heart hoping it never does. Our community isn't only those that support the diagnosis - its also those that respond to our emergencies. So from the bottom of my heart, thank you to the fire men and women, the police men and women, and the EMTs that do what they do day in and day out.
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