Wednesday, February 25, 2009


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Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Numbers and a prayer

I wasn't exaggerating, the kid needs to eat EVERY TWO HOURS. Luckily for overdosed insulin, we're cutting back to 15g per unit, instead of our usual ten. I suppose it's to be expected during these first few typical weeks, just when numbers were hitting 100, mix it all up once again.

I don't trust a damned twisted increment of it, though. How can you drop a whole five, and not just a mere three. "She wants to keep it simple," both my husband and doctor professed. As if dividing by 13 were impossible, back to the spikes and the drops this wife says.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

My findings

Many valuable message boards exist to serve the affected-by-diabetes crowd. Greetings most often consist of an initiatory "I'm sorry you're here in the first place," then "we've been in your shoes," followed by "our vast knowledge will help you."

Which is comforting once you get beyond that initial insult (if they're disappointed, does that mean I should be too?)

I tried that for part of today, separating the curse from the gift, and wallowing in the former. Not a huge fan, and I'm over it. Looking back at my past week-and-a-half, I was glad to have reason to leap out of bed, to test for that blood sugar, and approach breakfast with balance in my head.

Fruits with every serving, even for this mother is something new, eventually we'll graduate to vegetables. The challenging excitement of narrowing down 15g carbohydrate snacks.

Here's my list of 5 FAVES:

Fiber One yogurt (lime and strawberry)

19g carbs but 5 grams of fiber
(= 16.5g total snackilicious flavor, + 4g protein)

DanActive yogurt drinks (blueberry, strawberry, vanilla...yum!)
14g carb + 3g protein

OLD DUTCH cheesy puffcorn
(2.5 cups = 15g carb, 2g protein)

HERSHEY'S 100 calorie pretzel bars
(Um, pretzel grids dipped in chocolate)
14g = two "cookies", 4.5g fat

and best but not least (it's my 7yo's favorite)
NABISCO 100 calorie packs,
OREO SnackCakes (15g packet)

All day yesterday we did ten, and her numbers were phenomenal.

Watching my daughter adjust is not just inspiring, it's reassuring. What life was before, always and forever shall be. We're simply more creative now, our chef hats yearning a place on our heads.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Oh no

I'm becoming the sort of person who doesn't like to leave her home. Simply no refrigerators small enough to carry! How annoying, didn't expect this handicapping inconvenience to overcome me. Though tomorrow's another day and I won't have to leave for a dumb doctor's appointment.

She wasn't actually a doctor though, she was a nurse. And she wasn't really that dumb, in fact she was brilliant. Yup, we immediately hit it off, has a daughter diagnosed at ten. It's amazing the people you meet with this job, she totally wants me to start and lead a support group!

Now, how I'm going to manage all those exta playdates...?

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Adjusting well, thank you

Thank god for my rational husband! Getting all kissy and lovey-dovey on me as if life's just plain normal. And it is, I'm remembering, we've been through this before (we homeschool). Life's just a journey, some parts more challenging, but our love's still alive, we're simply eating better now. be continued, off to celebrate a birthday!

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

No, seriously

I'm dealing with it. Like Sarah noticed, we're one week in and already developing a sense of repentance. Oh, haven't you heard? Diabetics never reach acceptance, at least that's my conclusion after all the blog titles I'm seeing.

Yes that's right, life was "free" before diagnosis, happened at "six" some others remember. Go ahead, take a peek in my pantry (it's right there on my sidebar)...either the community's lacking support and strong guidance. Or I'm just left of the curve, time can't empower me anymore.

Oh, I'm not a fool. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner still are my guidelines. But as for the "when I was well" as opposed to heading for drama. Not to belittle, blood vessels take trauma. And don't make me bring up heart attack risk here, I will when I'm ready.

Coin word people, c'mon I know what we're thinking. It's not just a cure we're looking for, no, demanding. We'll keep the nutritious diet, hell yes we'll promote it, just let us be diabetic-free.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Before and after

This weekend I conquered "the bridge", that silly little divider standing between pre-diagnosis and post. It was all an illusion anyway, pretending that life prior had been taken for granted, when really, it was spent in deep celebration of all we had.

I mean have. It relieved me of my judgements, those I planned on placing upon you, the ones that had probably been placed upon me, by those with destinies unaccepted. I embrace all of my life.

Sure, it's mildly inconvenient to care so much about health now. Where will I be heading, armed with carb-hatred, ahem, insulin reluctance. Oh pancreas, gland denying us your hormones, and yet you feign some balance, interconnectedness with the whole?

It's not that I don't believe you, sitting there all comfy and tucked in. Just that I'd always thought you knew antibodies from normal. I still forgive you for giving in.

Friday, February 13, 2009


Besides my positive mental attitude, which I've strived hard to attain, I am devastated and my heart's broken in two. I ward it off most of the time, it's not just the shots, new habits, and numeratic's the plain unfairness that it happened to Taylor, not you.

I've broken a dish or two, I'll admit it. Nobody was hurt, my wrath quickly forgiven, but nothing about this seems fair, that thought's allowed. A teeny-tiny window of possibility, a research study that may bring a cure...6 weeks to three months post-diagnosis.

Anyone, anyone...God? You hearing my repetitive prayer?

Oh well, we'll get through, we always do. But just so you know, I've felt pain as a mother before, and with losses of good friends. There are worse situations for parents to deal with, I know, it's true.

But in those quieter moments when my thoughts catch up, the house is finally settled, my duties done. Teardrops do fall, just a brief moment of grief, for every lost drop of her blood.

Frank Lessons

So, this past week has been spent learning everything I didn't know about diabetes. Trivial things, that mainly moms would care about, but lessons nonetheless.

  • When you have a newly-diagnosed child with diabetes, you won't sit down for an entire week straight. Don't expect this schedule to lighten, ever.*
  • Be glad you worked so hard to make all your women friends, you'll need each and every one of them.
  • Sugar-free candy does not necessarily mean carb-free. Oops.
  • The shots hurt when the needle goes in, but not when it comes out.
  • Expect to fall in love with list making, it's your new hobby.
  • You'll quickly discover every one of your children has been ingesting way too much sugar.

* When you realize diabetes is turning you into the mom you should've been all along, be grateful.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

It's the shots that suck the most

Obviously. In between measuring out all those snacks, and scheduling our day better, and studying all the interesting things homeschoolers should encourage themselves to know more about anyway. Including vomiting.

No, not getting into the ol' ketoids here, have yet to do my research. But, an eating disorder I heard exists and gets transfered from camp to's called diarexia. The nutritionist told me.

The kids, I guess, they lose weight by raising their blood sugar. Those rebel high schoolers, and our body conscious's time we gave this more attention, don't you agree?