July 27, 2009

Happy Camper

Noah busting a move at Dance Night

On Friday, I hopped in the car with Jon and my mom to fetch Noah from his 2 week stint at Camp Joslin. During his time away, we received just one letter written on his third day, stating that he didn't think camp was for him, and that he was very homesick. Oh boy. I tried not to overreact upon reading that, but every day of camp that went by, I anticipated a phone call from Joslin, and was releived at the end of the day when no such call came.
It didn't help that we missed him like crazy, too!

When we arrived at camp, we wandered from the dining hall to the cabin, looking for Noah. He wasn't sitting there looking all forlorn, waiting with his luggage, like I had imagined. We had to have him paged over the loudspeaker, and as he rounded the corner of the main office I could see the sheer happiness on his face and I knew the two weeks had become a turning point for him and his life as a kid with type 1.

There were hugs, we met a couple of his new friends, and heard a ton of stories
- he even lifted his shirt to show us the new site for his infusion set - something I could never get him to do at home. Through it all, I noticed a new confidence in Noah that had not been there before. He loved camp, and has already started talking about next summer.

Now that we're home and the normalcy has returned to our routine, that happy confidence is still abundant in Noah. So much so, that when it came time to do his site change, he surprised me by taking the reigns and doing it all himself. Drawing up the insulin, tapping out the bubbles, loading the pump, and doing the insertion like a pro.

I'll never be able to put into words the gratitude I feel towards the amazing doctors, nurses, staff and councilors at Camp Joslin. Just like Noah, I can't wait till next summer.


Major Bedhead said...

The first year that O went to Clara Barton, she sent me a letter saying she was homesick. When I picked her up, she asked if she could go again next year. This is her 7th year there and she loves it. She marks the days off on her calendar for it. It's so great to hear that Noah also loved his time there.

Ashley said...

camp was where i first started doing my own injections. two years into diabetes, i was 8, my mom had been trying to get me to do it for months. a week at camp - i was a new girl!

camp means everything.

Scott K. Johnson said...

Oh my goodness - I can't believe how big Noah is getting... Wowsers. :-)

Nursemelanie said...

I'm so glad Noah had a good time! This was my first year working at a Diabetes Camp and I've learned so much from all the campers that come through. Camp Joslin really is an amazing place.