Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
Have you grieved yet ? These were words said to me by our diabetic nurse, about 3 weeks after diagnosis when we sat in my bungalow having a cup of tea with the smell of insulin in the air. Grieved? In 3 weeks I had bitten nails, not washed hair, eaten only medical books, read…
Featured Post – please see disclosure page for details As parents, it is natural to worry about our kids. It might be a worry about school or if they have friends and questioning whether they are happy and fulfilled in life. However, there is one worry that some parents deal with silently, and some don’t…
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…
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…
