Happy World Diabetes Day everyone. I would have gotten you all a card, but my local Hallmark had none left.

It's fitting for us that diabetes awareness and World Diabetes Day falls in November - the month of Charlie's diagnosis.

We worry about Charlie every day. We worry about his present and we worry about his future. We worry when he's out of our sight and we worry when he's sitting on our laps. We worry that he'll be the last one picked. We worry about him feeling alone. Being alone. Asleep, awake, happy, sad, silly, angry - we worry.

What we don't worry about is his medication for this horrible disease. We receive a big box filled with a three-month supply of test strips, lancets, alcohol wipes, needles and ketone strips. We get another box filled with infusion sets and reservoirs for his insulin pump. We get another box that contains a three-month supply of insulin. We even have an extra vial of insulin in the event that one breaks. Any pump problems can usually be cleared up with a quick phone call and an overnight delivery of a brand new one. This all comes right to our doorstep. We travel about two inches for our medical supplies. 15-year-old Ashish, who lives in a rural village in India, is not so lucky. He must travel 320 kilometers, taking 11 to 12 hours to receive his diabetes treatment. 9-year-old Jacklyne, who lives in a remote village in Papua New Guinea, was using expired insulin and close to death.

As stated at the Life for a Child website, no child should die of diabetes. This is a great program, but it's still fairly new and funding is minimal.

I was amazed to learn that of the thousands of children struggling to stay alive in developing countries, this program is supporting just 321 kids in nine countries. It's a terrific achievement, but can't we do more?

We have to.