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"I know diabetes shouldn't be a connection, but it is," M. said as I was telling her about my lunch with S. today.

 

"But it really is," I said. I knew what she meant. That we should all have better things to be connected by than health issues. But it is what it is.

 

"You know, whenever I meet someone who rides horses we have that instant connection, even if there's nothing else there's that," she said.

 

"Yes, exactly," I said, nodding.

 

I was standing at the entrance to her cube, where I often stand to chit chat with her, discussing how I met S. and how our lunch went.

 

"We talked a little about diabetes, but... well, it certainly wasn't the focus of our conversation," I said.

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I promise you, I don't go looking for bloggable moments from Charlie. I don't follow him around the house like the Verizon Wireless guy, asking, "How do feel about diabetes now? How do you feel about diabetes now? How do you feel about diabetes now?"
Take last night, for instance. I was minding my own business as I dried him off after his shower and we walked into his room, when he hits me with ,
"Dad, do you ever wish you had diabetes?"
"Well ,," I said, stalling while thinking how best to respond.
"Well, sometimes I do because I don't want you to feel alone."
"Oh," Charlie said with a thin smile. "I thought you were going to say 'no.'"
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Sometimes I really want my friends to know about my diabetes. Other times, I really hate that they know anything about it at all.
My mom always told me to be open about being diabetic so that my friends would know how to treat lows and what to do in case of emergencies. She's right (why are mothers always right?!?). My friends need to know where my glucagon is in my house. They need to know the symptoms of low blood sugars. My friends need to be prepared for the emergency situations that come about when you're diabetic. (READ MORE)

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I'm meeting a friend of a friend for lunch on Thursday. I've never met either of these friends in real life, but we've chatted via e-mail for years and months.

 

I "met" C. after I e-mailed her about her blog. She is a writer/editor (like me) and has type 1 (like me), so we had some instant connections. I asked her a professional question and we just kept talking, bouncing ideas off each other, chatting about family, etc. (She's writing a book, by the way, about pregnancy and pre-existing diabetes.)

 

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Olivia met a girl at Clara Barton last year named Sam. As luck would have it, Sam lived the next town over. The two girls hit it off really well and exchanged phone numbers at the end of the session.
I admit I was eager to foster the friendship because Olivia doesn't have any other friends with diabetes. She knows some D kids, but they're all considerably younger than her and she doesn't have anything, other than diabetes, in common with them. The other kids in school with diabetes are not in her classes and she hasn't made friends with any of them.
Olivia invited Sam to sleep over a couple of times and the girls got along really well. The only fault I could find with Sam was her picky eating habits and considering we're talking twelve year-old, squealy girls here, that's saying something. (READ MORE)

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Hey, bud. Been meaning to talk to you about this for a while. I've noticed that an awkward, unspoken rule has formed between us. Like you hold back when sharing concerns about little Timmy. Damn, that kid is cute. Have you met his father yet? Kidding.
You mention typical bumps and bruises sometimes, but you're quick to get off the subject, because "it's nothing compared to what you go through with Charlie and diabetes," you say.
It's true; it's not easy managing Charlie's diabetes. But you're allowed to be exhausted because you were up all night with the baby even though he doesn't have diabetes.
You're allowed to be worried over a rash or a bee sting or an especially peculiar smelling fart for that matter even though your child doesn't have diabetes.
I want to hear about it. I want to hear all about it.
In turn, I find myself not telling you everything about Charlie. I feel like you must be so tired of my complaining. (READ MORE)

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People with diabetes, and those touched by diabetes, follow their journey with the disease through a myriad of winding emotional paths. Depression is very common for those newly diagnosed, sadness can rear its head at different stages in the game, and a little humor and humility can even find the door to expose itself from time to time. The keys for controlling those doors are littered all over the place and on  Wrld Diabetes Day today, you can follow this map of internet hotspots. Expose diabetes for all that it is, good and bad, and then share it with others. Find an emotion and embrace it!

 

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The past weekend I spent 3 days at a Christian Camp in the mountains working at a retreat called Via de Cristo or Cursillo. Some you may have heard of it before. It is one of many 3 day movements around the world used to rekindle the fire of ones faith. My wife and I attended Via de Cristo, which is a co-ed non denominational version of Cursillo, a few years back and try to serve on the team at least once a year for new people going through the experience. (READ MORE)

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“I’m going to lunch now if you want to join me,” A said as she walked passed my cube.
 

“Yeah, that sounds good,” I said. Fridays during the summer are “early release” here and we were going to happy hour when we got off, so eating lunch early was in my plan for today.
 

Although I typically don’t eat cereal because I haven’t figured out how to correctly bolus for it, it was the only thing that sounded good this morning. Which I of course paid for with a 323 mg/dL post prandial, which was roughly an hourish before A and I headed off to lunch. (Looking back, it must have been more like 90 minutes or so.) 
 

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