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"Are you going to eat what your wife made?"

It was loud. It was purposely loud to get everybody's attention. It was coming from an unexpected source. I was ready.

"If you mean the cake then, heck yes I am having some. Why?"

"Hello, you are diabetic!"

"Yeah. And? Are you not going to have any?"

"No."

This exchange was with the newest officer of the Diabetes Police. I had no idea that you could become a member when you had diabetes yourself but I guess I should not be surprised.

The guy is a friend of the family and is a type 1. From what I understand he does not make his health a priority. From the rest of the conversation I could tell he got most of his info from the Diabetes Police.

I wanted him to know that diabetes cannot stop your life and should not. I encouraged him to see his doctor and ask him how he can enjoy things like cake now and then.

I showed him my pump and how it worked. He did not know much about pump therapy so I gave him a crash course. He seemed intrigued and liked the cool camouflage skin on it.

Anyhow, I explained to him that I have been told I can eat what I want but that I have to take in account the carbohydrates I consume. I also told him that his doctor can help him adjust his insulin for stuff like that.

I figure that advice went two fold. One, I think he is questioning those pesky D-Police officers and two, I hope it makes him get an appointment to see his doctor soon.

Either way I had the cake and it was awesome!