Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
Improved? How can a chronic, incurable, condition that arrived unexpectedly one day at our door improve our lives? Am I mad? Or just blindly optimistic. Let me explain. I like most people, felt cheated, alone, highly fecked off when Type 1 invaded our world. Yet, I took the mindset that it would not stop my…
What about us? I know, I run the risk of sounding like a stroppy teen (which I have plenty of experience of). But what about the parents of the kids with Type 1. Yes, the kids take top trump, inequivalently – they win, on the got it worse scale. It is their body, their condition,…
It has been almost a decade since my daughter was diagnosed with Type 1. Like most incredible life events, I remember it as clear as bell, I can replay the scene in my mind and the days running up to it with perfect clarity. (Which is ironic, as I cannot remember where I put my…
You know how everything has a name nowadays. Like stupid days we can buy cards for… So Singles Day or National Pizza day (it’s a thing.) Diabetes has a whole host of names for related conditions that are a spin off from the condition itself… (I know, like having Type 1 isn’t enough, turns out…
This morning was its usual blend of parenting chaos. As I made three entirely different breakfasts, and I called out my usual mantra of instructions, hints, and orders. I reminded the kids to brush their teeth, grab their packed lunch, get a drink, and not to forget their coat. Out of the corner of my…