First: Hi! It's been like a month since you've heard from me. Well, not really, but I only posted four times in November. Four times! Hello! Where was I? Frankly, I just don't know. I guess nothing all that remarkable happened in November.

Except I had The Mr. insert a Dexcom sensor into the back of my arm (ala Kerri) for a change of pace from my abdomen and the darn thing went bad after less than 12 hours.

Oh, and there was Thanksgiving complete with about 20 friends and relatives at my parents' house. Bonus to living in the desert: eating Thanksgiving dinner outside in the 80-degree temps. Loved. It.

And Thanksgiving brings up what I really wanted to talk about in this post, though I haven't really figured out how to write it coherently. So I'll start with this: It's not all about sugar, people!

When talk turned to what people were doing for the holiday, where we were going and what we were contributing to the meal I had to bite my tongue more than once when someone said they were making a dessert with Splenda instead of sugar for the diabetic in the group.

Sigh. I wanted so badly to say that the rest of the recipe mattered just as much if not more than the sugar that was being omitted. And actually what I really wanted to blurt out was whether anyone had bothered to *ask* the diabetic if he/she wanted something specially made.

Side note: No. 1 has a friend who's lactose intolerant. When the friend's mom called to RSVP to No. 1's birthday party last year I *asked* her if J could eat the birthday cake or if there was something else I could bring for him so he wouldn't feel left out. J's mom really appreciated my empathy of his condition.

So right now if there were one thing I'd want the world to know it would be that asking if someone wants a special dessert means a whole lot more to people with diabetes than assuming they want sugar-free jello or something made with Splenda.