I’m thankful it’s just diabetes.

Was just watching a news story about a cute little girl. Her mother applied a numbing cream to her skin. It reminded of what we do for Charlie before we insert his sensor. There was an injection but it wasn’t insulin. It was chemotherapy. She grimaced ever so slightly as it went into her chest.

I’m thankful it’s just diabetes.

I’m thankful for my family.

I’m thankful that my grandmother is not in pain as she gets ready to leave us.

I’m thankful for Susanne. Tomorrow morning she will wake up early and prepare a delicious apple and squash dish, amazing cranberry and dried cherry sauce, homemade applesauce, stuffing, an incredible sweet potato thing and of course the bird. And she won’t be able to have one single bite of it. Stupid gastroparesis! I’m also thankful there’s no  gluten-free turkey with the fixins slushie on the market for Susanne to drink. If so, I would then have to be thankful for gag reflexes. Have I adequately grossed you all out yet on this Thanksgiving eve?

I’ll try not to enjoy the food too much in front of her.

"Don’t worry, Suze, it’s not very good anyway. You’re not missing much."

Oh, wait. That won’t work.

I’m thankful for insulin; thankful for the pump; technology.

Holiday meals are tough on Charlie’s blood sugar. Lots of grazing and carbs unaccounted for. The pump will be working overtime tomorrow. I’ll be patting him down searching for his pump like an airport TSA agent. What I really need tomorrow is to have someone stand next to the crackers and chips with one of those number clickers to keep a count of how many Charlie is eating.

Ooh, maybe Susanne can do it. She won’t be busy. (She would kill me for saying that).

I am thankful for hope.

I hope you all have a safe and happy Thanksgiving with well-behaved blood sugars.

C