02/12/2026
We Do it for Declan. We fight for a cure for Sanfilippo syndrome. Now, we also fight for a cure for Type 1 diabetes.
At first, I wasn’t sure I should share this post from my own fb page here, on Declan’s page. But I am an advocate, for both of my children. We have always worried about Declan’s younger brother, Zane. Does he feel seen? Is he happy? How is he coping?
Well, life is a mother fu**er. Last Friday, on Declan’s birthday, Zane started vomiting. It was a rough night. Saturday we took him into urgent care and he tested positive for Flu A and Flu B. Double whammy. The doctor gave him some zofran and Tylenol and sent us back home. We tried to keep fluids going but he wasn’t able to eat. Saturday night he was exhausted and wanted to sleep.
In the middle of the night, he needed help walking to the bathroom. We thought he was really weak from not eating for over 36 hours. Sunday morning we brought him into the living room to try to get him some food. He was lethargic, pale, and breathing rapidly. It didn’t seem like just symptoms from the flu. John took him back over to urgent care. They recognized he was in distress and began treating him. He was then transferred over to Children’s by ambulance.
At the PICU, his glucose was 796 mg/dl, his pH was 7.01, and he had extremely high ketones. He was in severe diabetic ketoacidosis. Apparently a virus (like the flu) is usually what triggers rapid on set.
It was bad. It was scary as f**k. He was on IV fluids, electrolytes, and insulin. It was one of the longest nights of my life. He was stabilized and spent most of Monday in PICU. They confirmed Type 1 diabetes. Late afternoon, he was moved down to the endocrine floor. The doctors adjusted his insulin and he received his continuous glucose monitor. He was finally able to come home on Wednesday night.
He is so strong. So brave. He has been through so much and we have a tough road ahead. We are all learning how to navigate this new normal. I wish more than anything that I could take this from him. I’ve always worried about his wellbeing and mental health because of Declan. Having a sibling with Sanfilippo is extremely difficult. But now, what do I do? Now he has this ever present diagnosis that impacts every second of his life.
Seriously, what the f**k?! Life really isn’t fair. The stress and emotions are overwhelming. For me, for him, for John. I’m trying not to lose my s**t but it’s hard. I’m so angry at the absolute unfairness of it all. Why him?
The doctors said there was nothing we did wrong. Nothing that could have been done to prevent it, but that doesn’t help. I am back in the diagnosis again. Back to when we learned about Declan. Back to the pain, the grief. When will it stop?
I know it will get better. It will never be easy. It never has been.