Happy birthday, Brandon Morrow!
Brandon Morrow is my hero.
He’s a world-class athlete.
AND he has type 1 diabetes.
Both of my sons have type 1 diabetes.
I’ve always looked to Brandon Morrow as a role model.
It’s not easy to have T1D.
Some days are really rough.
But if Brandon Morrow can succeed, we can succeed too.
Happy birthday, Brandon Morrow.
Go Cubs Go!
It’s wrong to laugh at the misfortunes of others.
I know, I know, I KNOW!
Today I was at the pharmacy.
With two diabetic kids, I am always at the pharmacy.
I was making my purchase at the counter when an angry and belligerent young man rushed up.
He was yelling and pounding his fists and making a scene.
He was furious because the pharmacy was out of pregnancy tests.
The clerk and I looked at each other and started to laugh.
So we both looked away.
I’m sure that the pharmacy staff has been trained to never laugh at the customers.
I, on the other hand, have had no such training.
And now I really want to know why there has been a run on pregnancy tests.
If I get struck by lightening any time soon, it will be because I laughed at the misfortunes of others.
Poor guy.
It was a great day!
We saw the Cubs at the Rangers yesterday.
What an exciting game!
It was tied at 10 in the bottom of the ninth.
The Rangers got a walk-off run on a wild pitch to end the game.
It was very disappointing for us Cubs fans.
Meanwhile, the weather was a very odd factor.
It’s been kind of cool these past few days, so I wore a heavy jacket.
When we arrived, our seats were in the sun.
It was hot, so I took off my jacket.
Soon enough, however, the sun shifted.
We sat in the shade for the rest of the game.
And froze our butts off.
I zipped up my jacket, pulled on the hood, and was very glad that I found some mittens in the pockets.
I wished I had also found a scarf and a blanket.
As the Jumbotron scanned the crowd, the sunny-side people were seen wearing short sleeves and looking kind of sweaty.
The shady-side people, on the other hand, were seen wearing jackets and hats and were shivering.
It’s hard to believe we were all in the same stadium.
The only disappointing part of the day, aside from the shade-induced frostbite, was that Brandon Morrow didn’t pitch.
I’ve been following him for years.
Brandon Morrow is my hero.
He is a Type 1 Diabetic AND a world-class athlete.
There are other T1Ds that could be a role model for my kids.
But they’re not particularly relevant to a young man.
Mary Tyler Moore (who?).
Sonya Sotomayor (meh).
Nick Jonas (….fuggedaboudit)
But Brandon Morrow…
Now there’s an amazing role model for any T1D kid to emulate.
Sorry we missed you Brandon – we’ll be following you all season.
It was a great day!
When someone who knows nothing about diabetes
starts talking to me about diabetes…
I used to get mad.
I used to argue.
I used to try to explain the difference between Type 1 and Type 2.
But I have learned that it’s pointless.
It’s like trying to discuss childrearing issues
with someone who doesn’t have kids.
I thought I knew everything about being a parent.
But when the kids were born, I realized I didn’t have a clue.
I thought I was pretty well informed about diabetes, too.
But when we were diagnosed, I realized how much I had to learn.
Nowadays, when a non-diabetic tries to tell me what’s what,
I just ask a question about insulin ratios or long-term A1c levels.
I might even talk about changing the lancet.
With a straight face.
Just to see their reaction.
They never have any idea what I’m talking about.
Then I go home and tell the boys about the conversation.
We laugh and laugh and laugh.
I’m collecting stories about someone who knows nothing.
One day, they’ll make a great comedy sketch.