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I'm often told what a wonderful mother I would make.
I'm often asked if Bob and I plan to have kids of our own.
My answer is usually something along the lines of "Who knows? Maybe someday we'll decide to adopt or foster children, but it's not likely I'll be giving birth anytime in the future."
This is around the time in the conversation that I get "the look." Sometimes, the person will express out loud what "the look" says so clearly. "It's the diabetes, isn't it?" (READ MORE)

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It's very rare that I miss a day of work. VERY rare. I've called in sick only a handful of times in the last four years of my working life. I typically am a "bite the bullet" kind of girl and work at least a few hours when I'm feeling ill. So when I do call in sick, I'm usually very sick.

 

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Several weeks ago Dad's cousin and her husband visited from Missouri. After dinner we were having an engaging discussion about our family.

 

L's daughter is apparently something of a dare devil. L was telling us how she found out from her daughter's blog how she had done something dangerous (I think it was jumping off a cliff, but I'm not entirely certain). Mom jumped in joking that she has found out more than she wanted to know about me from my blogs and has learned not to read them anymore.

 

She looked at me almost mournfully and I suspected it was because she enjoys reading what I write. So to have to force herself to not read what I write so she doesn't freak out about what I'm saying is, I'm sure, difficult to say the least.

 

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The lies often grow more elaborate as Charlie's blood sugars grow higher.

• No, we can't get ice cream from the ice cream man. I don't have any money on me.

• Oh … this? No, that's not a real dollar. It's a prop. I got it from a magic shop. Poof! See? It's gone. No money.

• You wouldn't like this (Skittles). It's spicy.

• You wouldn't like this (Starburst). It fell in dog poop.

• You wouldn't like this (licorice). It was endorsed by a radical minister.

• You wouldn't like this (Pop Rocks). It will make your head explode.

• Yes, it will really make your head explode. Well, if mixed with soda. But even without the soda, you could easily lose an ear or two.

• You wouldn't like this (Dots). It's chewy because it's made from chopped up pieces of snake. 

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I want to take this oppurtunity that I have been given by dLife and make the very most of it that I possibly can. I want to take the time tonight to be as up front with you that I know how to be. I want people to actually get to know me. Hopefully, by being myself, people out there can relate to my writing's and maybe even enjoy reading about some of what I have to say. So let me start by saying that I am very nervous about writing for this blog. It is a miracle that I got through last night's entry entitled, "Double-header Disaster". I was up for over three hours last night with my girlfriend. She is an amazing person and I couldn't do this without her help and support. She works as a news anchor and reporter so she definately knows how to put good stories together! :)
You will no doubt be hearing more about her in future blog entries to come. (READ MORE)

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It had been more than a week since I had talked to Mom. This is nearly unheard of in our world, but it does occasionally happen. My busy life with three kids and their busy retirement life are the culprits.
So last night when Dad called to see if I knew about my brother's trip to Korea encountering problem after problem that eventually required him to come home to Missouri from Seattle, I was finally able to catch Mom up on what's going on in our lives.
"Did you know No. 2 has a double ear infection," I asked her.
"No, no didn't know that," she said.
"No. 3 is recovering nicely from her upper respiratory nastiness, but The Mr. is still battling a rough cough," I told her.
"OK, OK. And how are things going with the pump?" she wanted to know. (READ MORE)

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Last week, while watching "Survivor" with my husband, I blurted out how upset I was that I'd never be able to be on the show.
"Why not?" he asked. "You know, because of my diabetes," I said.
He thought that was the funniest thing ever, and if you knew me well, you'd think that was funny too. At the time, though, I was serious. My diabetes was holding me back from being a contestant on "Survivor."
Hubby patted my on the shoulder and said, "You just keep telling yourself that, honey."
The truth is, he's right. It's not my diabetes that keeps me from being on the show, although I don't recall there ever being a diabetic Survivor, and please, correct me if I'm wrong. The fact of the matter is, I'm a wuss.
For starters, there are the creature comforts that I have come to enjoy. Things like a roof over my head, my Select Comfort Bed, 500-thread count sheets, and feather pillows. I would not make it one night camping, let alone having to make my own shelter. (READ MORE)

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I didn't recognize the name or the number on the caller ID this morning and I'm usually hesitant to answer in those situations, but it was a local number so I picked it up. Interesting call to answer, it turned out. It was the patient representative for Dexcom, whom I haven't spoken to in likely nearly a year.

 

She was calling to see how things were going with Dex.

 

"Well, I can't afford the sensors anymore, so I'm not using it," I told her.

 

"Have you checked with your insurance to see if they cover it or is it a co-pay issue?" Jackie asked.

 

"It's a co-pay issue," I said.

 

"Oh that's too bad. Because I know you really got a lot of use out of it when you were wearing it."

 

"Yeah, I did."

 

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Birds are chirping nearby. The cat is content at my feet. A soft breeze is blowing Texas Spring through my patio. I've got a plate of delicious leftovers from dinner last night. What more could I possibly want?

 

What I want is a cure. What I want is people fighting for a cure. What I want is people making a real impact on this world, including myself.

 

As I'm getting the hang of JDRF and my individual office, I'm finding myself in a very specific train of thought. Where is our cure? What is it that we're doing? And how can we change this?

 

It's Gala season here in Texas. And my chapter is in full swing prepping for it. Wrapping boxes of chocolates, finalizing volunteers, finishing contracts with donors. We are full speed ahead until the night of that event. Full speed ahead to raise over half a million dollars.

 

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It's dblog day here in the diabetes blogosphere. The web is alive with exciting variations of "Six things you want people to know about diabetes." And I'm joining in this dblog day (it also happens to be my birthday) with my own variation of these six things. Six things I want you to know about MY diabetes.

 

I can talk all day about the facts of diabetes and overcome myths and point out the truth of this disease. But there's a big difference between telling you all the facts of diabetes (like the difference between type 1 and type 2) and telling you what my diabetes is actually like. My diabetes is not your diabetes or the diabetic sitting next to you at work. We are all different and each have our own things that pertain to our unique situations.

 

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