If my son had a Latin motto it would be this! Julius Caesar take a back seat!
There is none so fierce as a 16 year old boy determined to play cricket like a pro. A flight was taken to another time zone. Night time lows and day time highs were navigated with unintrusive help. Carbs were counted pretty successfully. The results of each game (read ‘battle’) were dissected on the side of the field. Whilst cricketing tactics were openly discussed, my boy waged a silent campaign.
He fought off heat, then cold. He made intricate decisions based on activity levels. The war, however, was not won by type 1 diabetes. My boy owned his diabetes and he dominated it! He took a big step towards independence. The team performed well in a tough pool but the actual results of the games don’t really matter as the real victor is safely tucked up in his bed, back home with us, smiling to himself and reliving moments of glory on the field.