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I Understand, But It Could Be Acknowledged Better

Today is February 29.

Leap day.

Today is also National Rare Disease Day.

I understand why Rare Disease Day might be celebrated on a rare calendar day.

However, as the mother of two Type One Diabetics, I think that rare diseases should be acknowledged every single day of the year until a cure is found.

It’s also National Toast Day.

Is it because you’re toast on Leap Day?

Nah, National Toast Day is the last Thursday in February, so it just happens to be on the 29th this year.

I’ve never met a piece of toast I don’t like.

White, wheat, rye, sourdough, it’s all good.

Jam, butter, cream cheese, they’re all good too.

Today is a good day to eat toast, to leap, and to find a cure for those rare diseases.

Liz Brenner

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Type One Just Won The Superbowl!

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The Superbowl, more often than not, is a blowout.

This year was an exception.

That game was exciting all the way to the end.

And the commercials were funny.

I’m so glad that humor is back.

For the past couple of years, the advertisers were trying too hard to be profound.

Being profound isn’t, in principle, a bad thing.

But it doesn’t go over well at a football party.

A Superbowl audience just wants to have fun.

Save that deep and meaningful content for a more serious venue.

I wasn’t rooting for either team in particular.

However, Kansas City does have Noah Gray, who is a Type One Diabetic.

As a Type One Mom, I was rooting for The Chiefs.

Woo Hoo – Type One just won the Superbowl!

Liz Brenner

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You Catch More Flies With Honey, But Honey Has Its Limits

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You Catch More Flies With Honey

You might think that the hardest part of T1 diabetes would be the injections.

Or maybe the middle-of-the-night lows.

Or maybe all of the finger sticks.

And yeah, it’s all tough.

But it’s not the worst thing.

The worst part of T1 diabetes is the phone calls.

Seriously.

They’ll drive you right over the edge.

The Grown Son saw the doctor and had blood work in December.

Since that time, he’s made many phone calls to the doctor’s office to ask them to call his prescriptions in to the pharmacy.

They say they’ll do it.

But it hasn’t been done.

Today the Grown Son asked me to make some calls to see if I could make any headway on his behalf.

The doctor’s office told me that they couldn’t call in the prescriptions because he hadn’t been seen in a year.

I took a deep breath.

I reminded myself that you catch more flies with honey.

And I carried on.

“He was seen in December,” I told the lady on the phone, “Which was technically last year but in reality was six weeks ago. Please call in his prescriptions.”

“But he hasn’t had blood work done in a year,” she continued.

“Again, ‘last year’ was six weeks ago,” I kept my cool, “He’s right on schedule with his blood work. Please call in his prescriptions.”

“He needs to be seen every quarter with blood work, otherwise we can’t continue his prescriptions.”

“Yes Ma’am,” I replied, dripping with honey, “He was seen, with blood work, in September and again in December, and he has an upcoming appointment in March. He’s right on schedule. Please call in his prescriptions.”

It took an eternity for this lady to realize that “last year” was just six weeks ago.

She finally agreed to call in his prescriptions.

I thanked her for her time.

Because you catch more flies with honey.

As soon as I hung up, though, I called her every foul name in the book.

Honey has its limits.

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I Won – Find Out How I Accomplished This Amazing Feat!

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I Won!

I won this round.

A diabetes mom is always prepared.

Type One Diabetes sucks.

It’s a 24/7/365 burden, both physically and mentally.

If you’re sick with another illness, the diabetes just gets more complicated.

The T1D Grown Son has recently had a shoulder surgery.

His blood sugars are all over the place.

He’s in pain from his surgery, and he’s exhausted from the diabetes.

So yeah, he’s cranky.

Really, really, really, cranky.

If it were anyone else, I might have told him off by now.

But I can’t because what if it’s a low blood sugar?

Low blood sugar is not an excuse to be a jerk.

Unless, of course, it’s a really, really, really low blood sugar.

There’s only one thing to do in a situation like this.

I gave him the Angry Mom Stinkeye.

He cowered in fear and apologized meekly.

Mom 1, Diabetes 0.

I won.

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A Special Birthday Dinner!

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A Special Birthday Dinner

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

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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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

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 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.

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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