Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
“It’s no big deal, they can control it so well nowadays, fifty years ago she may have died…” A well meaning chap in the cafe said this to us today after watching my daughter who has Type 1 Diabetes inject her tummy. I was split in two, part of me wanted to hug the man for not…
Fate is an ironic bastard at times. It took a while for us to notice the signs of twin girl’s diabetes, we put the excessive bed wetting down to the stress of moving house and we just simply failed to see the weight drop off her and her skin pale to whiteness. We failed to…
Since the October diagnosis of Type 1 diabetes twin girl and I have both started to refer to her in a numeric form. This morning started with the following conversation; “What are you Molly?” Quick prick of the finger, a sucking of blood, a lick away of the excess red gloop and then a flashing number.…
2am – Alarm rings like a strangled kitten, awake from sleep in a panic, drool slips from mouth edge and eyes show confusion. Remember I need to test diabetic twin girls bloods. 2.05am – Stumble through pitch black bungalow and locate eldest daughter in bed. Turn on fairy lights above her bed and narrowly avoid…
I am still amazed at the almost obscene amount of knowledge that I have about diabetes floating about in my head. I have much more to learn but feel I have done remarkably well in a short space of time. Six weeks ago I knew Type 1 diabetes was an incurable condition that had something…