There really such a thing as a free lunch…
I’m had an insulin-free lunch of leftover stuffed chicken breast and steamed asparagus.
Last night, inspiration struck and I modified this recipe significantly, mainly by forgoing bread crumbs and lime, cutting cheese and bacon amounts, and having it grilled by my own grill master. Read the rest of this entry
Last week, Brad and I went to the animal shelter to look at kittens. We had decided to make the leap into pet ownership and get two kitties. I texted my mom that day and let her know we were going to the shelter, her response:
Have fun! But don’t take them all home!
After spending time among the cat cages, I realized how easy it would be to do just that. We focused on kittens. While holding a cute four-month-old kitten (who I did take home with me), I felt a tap on my shoulder, accompanied by a gentle poke of a claw. The lovely adult cat in the cage behind me had reached out the touch me. I had to pet her too. And I had to pet the beautiful black cat “guarding” the door. And of course the brown and tan striped guy who wanted to do our adoption papers with us deserved some love as well.
If I spent much time in an animal shelter, I truly would turn into a crazy cat lady and fill our new home with pets. It would be possible because there are so many cats, dogs, rabbits and other animals that need homes.
We adopted two of the sweetest, affectionate and playful kittens that were taken in by a passionate animal foster “mom.” We wanted to adopt from a shelter or rescue group to help alleviate the overpopulation of pets. Holmes and Watson (our kitties) were already neutered and vaccinated when we brought them home.
If you’re considering adding an animal (or two!) to your family, Read the rest of this entry
No matter how long he’s gone, or where my life takes me, I will always be his daughter.
The longer I’m an adult, the more and more I realize how much of an influence parents have on our lives. A conversation with my husband last week about how we’ve gotten to where we are in life and I can’t help but attribute much of who I am to my parents. Sometimes I didn’t understand them or even like them (I was once a teenager) but as an adult I see how their parenting and boundaries shaped me. I learned responsibility and respect at a young age and many other values from my mom and dad.
It’s a new month and there’s a lot going on in August… so far though there’s not a whole lot of writing going on because I’m packing!
This is however a surprisingly huge month for me and it’s full of mixed emotions.
- Next week will be the first anniversary of my diabetes diagnosis as well as the first anniversary of losing my dad. There’s a lot of emotion mixed up in both of those milestones.
- There are also some awesome things happening in August though, like moving into our house and we just started looking into adopting a couple of rescue kittens that I’m awaiting a response from the organization.
- I see my endocrinologist this month, which means it’s time to head to the lab and get some panels drawn. I’m hoping to see the same a1c as before (it may sound like I’m aiming low, but I have a good number I want to maintain). The Dexcom has me on information overload right now and I’m seeing peaks and valleys that I didn’t before, I’m very interested in how those translate into my average. I’m also curious about some other numbers.
- My husband’s company is having a BBQ this weekend. It’s the first social event that families were invited to, so I’m looking forward to meeting some of his coworkers and getting the scoop on what he’s like at work.
That’s my month in a nutshell. What do you have happening in August?
(CWD = Child with diabetes)
I was 22, graduated from college and married when I was diagnosed with diabetes. I say Type 1 a lot, but find that people don’t always understand so I say “juvenile diabetes” occasionally. But that’s not really true in my case. I’m an adult with type 1 diabetes. I’m a “typical type 1” medically, so I went from 60 to 0 in the pancreas department very quickly. During more extensive testing two months after I was diagnosed, we found out I make zero insulin. Which I suppose makes things easier and I don’t have to ever worry about the honeymoon period ending, because diabetes and I skipped our honeymoon.
In some ways, the late autoimmune response that massacred my insulin-producing cells was a blessing. I’ve been reading the diagnosis stories and the ongoing stories of people who grew up with diabetes and I can’t even imagine it.
My parents never had to function as an external organ for me. They didn’t have to agonize over giving me injections or getting our insurance to cover insulin. I didn’t have to deal with other kids thinking I was sick. I didn’t have to be on a first-name basis with the school nurse. I could compete in swimming without testing pool side or worry about keeping snacks in my extemp bin for high school speech. In college, I could eat in the dining hall without a second thought, I never had to take a test while low, or high. I got to celebrate my 21st birthday with a berry mojito and no insulin. I enjoyed our wedding cake with no worries of out of control blood sugar. For more than 2 decades, I was blissfully unaware and unaffected by type 1 diabetes. Read the rest of this entry
I’m not usually one for making a blog all about my weekend… but there’s sooooo much to write about that I’ll hit the highlights now and tell the stories later.
Brad and I grabbed a tasty breakfast on Saturday morning before hitting the road and heading south for a friend’s wedding “back home.” Not only did we have the opportunity to witness two friends vow to love, honor and cherish each other, we got to briefly catch up with a couple of people that we haven’t seen for awhile.
After the wedding, we made a brief stop at the K-fam homestead, then hit the road back to Cleveland to get the keys to our house. We closed on a beautiful house a month ago and we finally have keys and a plan for making it our home. More on the story later…
We reluctantly left our house and went back to our apartment, where we ironed, packed and doubled checked bags for my husband’s trip out west.
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Today is just strange.
- I put on a new pod last night and it’s bolus beep just sounds weird. Maybe even strangled. Although I appear to be receiving the correct amounts of insulin.
- I may or may not have just used bandaids to secure the adhesive on this Dexcom sensor to make it last until tonight when I can change it.
- I go for my first dilated eye exam today… and probably will have the puff of death test as well. I hate that thing.
Is anyone else having a strange day today?
The significance of today snuck up on me last yesterday afternoon.
Today, July 6th, is the one year anniversary of starting my “big girl job.” It’s a little crazy to think that at this point last year, I showed up to this agency with a combination of nervousness and excitement. I was amazed that I had my own office, with a window and a real door and I loved it.
On my very first day I was assigned several projects and I was amazed by the responsibility that I was given. In my internships, I wrote a total of about 5 news releases. By the time I finished my first week here (at part time) I’d already written more than that.
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We were at the car dealership picking up my husband’s car after having to have the brand new tire replaced. We were standing in the show room chatting with our salesman and from across the show room, “he” saw me. “He” was a parent of a child with diabetes.
Is that an OmniPod?!?!
He yelled/exclaimed walking over. Clearly he had spotted my completely exposed arm site. I smiled and responded that yes, it’s an OmniPod. He explained that his son, who was diagnosed with type 1 in infancy and is now 9, uses an insulin pump. They had another year with his current pump but were starting to research other options for their active boy. He asked me if I could wear it swimming and if so did I have to cover it with a patch of sorts (Yes and no). I was wearing it on my arm, they only use midsection sites so he can clip the pump on his waistband. I explained my pod/CGM dance to him (eight rotating sites with plenty of space between the two devices) and confessed that I’ve never worn a different type of pump and that I was much newer to diabetes than his son. We chatted for awhile longer then my husband and I left with a brand new tire.
I am never ashamed of my insulin pump. It keeps me alive after all. But I had a functioning pancreas growing up and my identity and self-confidence were already established before all of this. I wore my pump on my arm in a sleeveless shirt after all and from that, I was able to help someone with their research and I secretly wonder if my attitude about the visible parts of diabetes helped this man feel like his family isn’t alone. I hope.
One thing that he said to me in our conversation made my day, he said that his son can eat anything that he wants since they started using the pump, including chocolate. He could eat like a normal kid as long as he took enough insulin. We left the dealership to go pick up a pizza and share it with friends.