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A Special Birthday Dinner!

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A special birthday dinner

A Special Birthday Dinner! Why Can’t The Birthday Boy Choose the Menu?

A special birthday dinner! Why can’t the birthday boy choose the menu? He’s finally old enough to make some great dinner choices.

The Grown Son had another birthday.

He requested tri-tip for dinner.

With corn bread and potatoes.

I objected.

That’s way too many carbs in one meal.

He begged.

Shouldn’t he get to choose the menu?

Yeah, he’s diabetic, but doesn’t he still deserve a special feast?

I relented.

We’ll have cornbread and potatoes but only if he also agrees to a vegetable.

He argued.

I held my ground.

He conceded.

“OK,” he agreed, “You can make green beans.”

I noted that he said that I can make them.

He did not say that he would eat them.

Yeah, I’m wise to his ways.

However, he did eat a serving of green beans with his dinner.

I guess enough trips around the sun has had a maturing effect on him.

Happy birthday, Kiddo!

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A Type One Diabetes Mom

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The fun never stops for a type one diabetes mom

Seriously? The fun never stops for a Type One Diabetes Mom.

Seriously? The fun never stops for a type one diabetes mom. Someone needs to think ahead, and it looks like it’s got to be me.

I thought I knew it all about being a Type One Diabetes Mom.

Apparently, I still have some lessons to learn.

Last night I learned that I need to hide some glucose tablets.

I know, I know, it seems counterintuitive to hide this lifesaving measure from the very people who need it the most.

But hear me out.

I have told both Grown Sons, over and over and over, to stay ahead of their diabetes supplies.

If they are prepared, they will never run out.

“Mom I need a glucose tablet,” one of them bellowed late last night.

“I just bought you some.”

“Well, I’m out.”

Seriously? Does he eat them like candy? How can he be out already?

I asked the other Grown Son for a glucose tablet.

He was also out.

This one seems to eat them like candy too.

Neither of them gave any thought to replenishing their supplies.

I had some marshmallows in the pantry, so the problem was solved.

Today I bought a new supply of glucose tablets.

I gave a stack to each Grown Son.

I kept some for myself and hid them.

Someone needs to think ahead.

And it’s probably not going to be either one of them.

Seriously. The fun never stops for a Type One Diabetes Mom.

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National Diabetes Awareness Month

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National Diabetes Awareness Month

CAN YOU BELIEVE IT’S THAT TIME AGAIN?

IT’S NATIONAL DIABETES AWARENESS MONTH!

National Diabetes Awareness Month occurs every November.

People think that the injections are the worst part of Type One Diabetes.

It’s actually a very, very, very small thing.

But on that first day, the injection really was the worst part.

The kid was terrified.

A couple of hours later, the second time was terrifying too.

But he felt such relief with the insulin that it eased the fear of the shot.

When you give yourself so many injections every day, it quickly becomes the new normal.

Dark humor and sick jokes soon reigned in our house.

When the second son was diagnosed, the nurse tried to demonstrate the injection.

“I’ve got this,” he said boldly, having watched his brother for years.

He didn’t flinch when he gave himself that first shot.

Neither did I.

By that time, we were pros.

Type One Diabetes is a chronic illness, and there is no cure.

Diabetes is a 24/7 condition. There are no vacation days or sick days or time off.

It is a constant worry and struggle.

And it is very, very, very expensive.

Having said that, there are many Type One Diabetics who have achieved great things. Adam Duvall, centerfielder for the Braves, just won a World Series ring. Actress Mary Tyler Moore was T1D, as is Brandon Morrow (MLB pitcher), Nick Jonas (entertainer), and Anne Rice (novelist).

It’s understandable to feel angry and resentful and sorry for yourself.

It’s understandable, but it isn’t productive.

Be like Adam Duvall. Be a T1D champion.

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Diabetics Doing Things

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Diabetics doing things

ISN’T IT ALWAYS SO INSPIRATIONAL TO SEE DIABETICS DOING THINGS?

It’s World Series time.

My teams have all been eliminated.

Who will I root for?

I do love Jose Altuve.

But could I really support the Astros?

I don’t think so.

On the other hand, Atlanta has Adam Duvall in center field.

Duvall has Type One Diabetes.

He was diagnosed when he was in the minors.

He made the adjustments, and he has kept on playing.

What a badass diabetic!

I’m a Type One Mom, and I love to see diabetics doing things.

He’s a great role model for diabetic children everywhere.

I’m rooting for the Braves.

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I Love Them More Than Cookies

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I love them more than cookies

I LOVE THEM MORE THAN COOKIES

I made some cookies with Easter M&Ms.

It’s a tradition.

However, both Grown Sons are T1 diabetic.

We don’t need that much temptation.

I packed up half of the cookies into the freezer.

The Grown Sons were not amused.

They thought it was a practical joke.

It’s no joke.

I swear.

I love them more than cookies.

Which is saying a lot.

Because I really do love cookies.

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It Used To Be Our Guilty Pleasure

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It used to be our guilty pleasure

It used to be our guilty pleasure.

The Grown Sons and I used to love those soft, frosted sugar cookies from the grocery store.

I haven’t bought them in years, though.

Because diabetes.

Today I found some in a snack pack of two cookies.

A two-pack!!

Of course I bought it.

I was thrilled.

When I excitedly showed the boys my glorious two-cookie purchase, I was met with stark indifference.

“Whatever,” they grunted and shrugged.

I guess I will be indulging in our guilty pleasure all by myself.

Whatever, indeed.

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A Fresh New Level of Hell

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A fresh new level of hell

A FRESH NEW LEVEL OF HELL

They don’t tell you, when your child is first diagnosed with type one diabetes, that the worst is yet to come.

When the boys were minors, I had the situation under control.

I was in charge.

I monitored the insulin, the blood sugar, the diet, the pharmacy, the insurance, the doctor appointments.

Now I need to hand over the reins.

“Don’t you have an endo appointment this week?” I asked the Grown Son.

“Don’t worry about it,” was the blow-off I received.

“But – ”

“I’ve got it covered. Stop treating me like a child.”

Well OK then.

A few days later he sheepishly confessed that he had missed his appointment.

He forgot all about it.

I told him that he would be responsible for the no-show fee.

I made him call the doctor’s office himself to apologize and to reschedule the visit.

“When is your new appointment?” I asked him.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve got it covered,” he blustered.

And around we go.

I am completely unprepared for this fresh new level of diabetes-mom hell.

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I’ve Been Had

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I've been had

I’VE BEEN HAD

The Grown Son had an order ready at the pharmacy.

He begged me to go and pick it up.

He needs his diabetes supplies right away.

So I went.

However, I hit traffic.

There was a 20-minute stop for road work.

I was tempted to turn around and go home.

But he can’t wait for his insulin.

Eventually I made it to the pharmacy.

I hit the same 20-minute stop at the same intersection on the way home.

And then I got caught in train traffic.

For two trains.

When I told this to the Grown Son, he burst out laughing.

Apparently he knew about the road work.

That’s why he asked me to go on the pharmacy run.

I’ve been had.

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The Glory of Watermelon

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The glory of watermelon

THE GLORY OF WATERMELON

We had watermelon recently.

If you don’t have diabetes, you won’t understand the glory of watermelon.

It is a super high-carb fruit, so we hardly ever eat it.

It’s a rare treat.

I only bought a little slab.

I didn’t buy the whole melon.

Because we would have eaten it all.

And it’s really, really, really not good for us.

But oh, it was delicious.

I will dream about that watermelon all summer.

While I’m not eating watermelon.

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Quarantined With a Type One Diabetic

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Quarantined with a Type One Diabetic

QUARANTINED WITH A TYPE ONE DIABETIC

The nice thing about being quarantined with a type one diabetic is that I can’t stress bake.

T1D has saved me from gaining tons of weight during this quarantine.

I’ve been stress reading instead.

Reading is 100% carb-free.

Who knew that type one diabetes could come in so handy?