Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
5 years. Tomorrow. On a day everyone else knows to go out to trick or treat, enjoy ghostly going ons and scoff down pumpkin soup. Whereas we do all of the above and remember it has been 5 years since the Type 1 gremlin took root in my daughters blood. The irony: on the day when…
There are not many occasions in life where I will walk out of the house wearing a bright blue, round neck T-shirt. Even less so, than when I will walk out of the house wearing the same t-shirt as my eleven year old daughter. But today – both of those things are happening. And blue…
This weekend was mainly spent running around a slightly damp field mounting obstacles in Leeds with 270 people who are affected in some way with Type 1 Diabetes, raising money, and having an absolute blast. The kids were incredibly excited to say the least. So much so, that my own Type 1 warrior started the…
I feel I should put a disclaimer on this post, before anyone reads it. Or a hashtag – to prove I am down with the kids. #anotherbloodydepressingdiabetespost (I’ll translate for those like me who have to read hashtags over and over until they work out the real words – another bloody depressing diabetes post.) Anyone…
So it feels like diabetes is kicking my ass at the moment. My type one warrior is having more than her share of bad luck. Recent tests have shown that she is showing complications with her kidneys, it is complicated, it is more lifelong medicine, and it gives me a headache to think about and…