Autism is a wild and lonely predicament. It is energy and fear, tunneled focus and aimless wandering.
One of the many challenges of Type 1 diabetes is that its effects can vary person by person.
The unacceptable tragedy with Type 1 is that there is a safe, non-invasive, inexpensive (on average 24¢) way to safeguard lives and protect futures.
I willingly made the choice to become a single mom with T1D, but it took a lot of self-acceptance.
Growing up in a small hometown, I was shaped and defined by the fact that I was “the girl with diabetes.”
While I might secretly wish that Isabella understood how different her life would be without T1D, it’s days like this that I’m reminded that she is not defined by this disease.
Awareness. Evaluation. Adaptation. These are the walls that parents of children with diabetes must deal with.
I DO have a full life. Sure, there are handicaps that prevent me from being at full strength, but the life that I’ve made for my family and myself is full.
I’m teaching my children that the evidence of my disease will not prevent me from living life, enjoying the gifts of heat and water and sunshine that summer gives us.
I can’t sleep because I’m scared my son might die.