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A friend of mine died last night, following a battle with lymphoma. The disease came back last summer after he had been in remission about a year. It was discovered about a week after my daughter was born. The prognosis was not good with a recurrence within a year at mid-life. He was only 45 and left two teenage children.
We had fallen out of touch in recent years, but I knew through his sister that he had been diagnosed with type 2 diabetes. (READ MORE)

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A friend of mine died last night, following a battle with lymphoma. The disease came back last summer after he had been in remission about a year. It was discovered about a week after my daughter was born. The prognosis was not good with a recurrence within a year at mid-life. He was only 45 and left two teenage children.
We had fallen out of touch in recent years, but I knew through his sister that he had been diagnosed with type 2 diabetes. (READ MORE)

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A friend of mine died last night, following a battle with lymphoma. The disease came back last summer after he had been in remission about a year. It was discovered about a week after my daughter was born. The prognosis was not good with a recurrence within a year at mid-life. He was only 45 and left two teenage children.
We had fallen out of touch in recent years, but I knew through his sister that he had been diagnosed with type 2 diabetes. (READ MORE)

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If everyone threw their problems in the air, would you reach out and grab someone else's problem or would you look around and decide to pull your own back down and reclaim it? Depends on the problem, I suppose. The popular option might be to let them all just hit the ground and splatter like water balloons.
But, that's not an option.
Susanne and I had a very nice and extremely rare night out alone on Saturday. We had dinner and saw some great live music at the Tin Angel in Philadelphia. My mother and step-father, the angels that they are, agreed to mind the animals at home - checking Charlie's blood sugar every seven-and-a-half seconds. By the time we got home, the piece of paper with numerous blood sugar numbers looked like a page ripped out of a fifth-grade mathematics text book. (READ MORE)

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I typically bleed easily. I’ve been that way for awhile. My body just doesn’t want to clot very quickly. Unfortunately, as a diabetic, I bleed more often than I don’t. Between finger pricks and infusion set changes, there’s always blood. Sometimes, there’s very little. My fingers will refuse to bleed no matter how much I try to get them to. The infusion set won’t bleed at all when I pull the old one off.

 

Other times, I’m Old Faithful gushing out the bright red mix. Sometimes the stories are funny. Sometimes they are annoying. Mostly, they are life.

 

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