Dear Type 1, Hi….. How to start. You moved in with us six years ago, I’d like to note that you have not paid a single penny towards the mortgage or even the food bills.   In fact you have overall drastically reduced the household income, thanks to you I walked away from my career and…

I just wasn’t prepared for the wave of emotion that would slap me hard in the face this morning when I pressed the blue F on my phone. It had been a normal morning, the school run was hectic, mainly because I refused to get out of bed after spending half the night changing insulin…

I am in battle, and I am losing. It is 2.15am – I don’t recall the last time I typed at 2am.  Probably during finals week at University all those many moons ago, when I thought I would be able to catch up on sleep in later life. Or maybe when the children were babies…

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…