documenting life with two useless pancreases
Not so long ago, we made the switch from the Omnipod system to the T-Slim (more on that here). But before that, in the early days, pods were pretty much our life. The transition from injections to pods had been such an indescribable relief that we knew we'd never go back, and those little three-day [...]
It was late summer, and my Mum had decided to take our T1D son to the local library for the first time. Our youngest was about a month old and I'd firmly left the "ohmygoodness how did we ever make something so cute" phase and had recently entered the "is it possible to die from [...]
Cowritten with my (pretty ace) husband, Ben. We all worry about our kids' future. Will they be happy? Kind? Financially secure? Often, we find ourselves wondering what they'll do when they're all grown up. The good news is that Type 1 Diabetes doesn't close too many doors when it comes to potential careers. Except, of [...]
One of the biggest misconceptions about Diabetes is that it’s all pretty much the same. Or that of the two main types, one is the good one, and one is the bad one. Or one is the bad one, and one is the really bad one. I always sort of want to laugh at this [...]
Our little guy starting school was a source of great excitement in our household, and a source of great fear. We'd lived in our small town for a few years by this point, and we'd heard wonderful things about both the school and the school nurse. Rationally, I knew he'd be in the very best [...]
The early days of our son’s diagnosis were filled with endless awkwardness. Awkward mistakes, awkward encounters. Our first was on our second day in the hospital (just before the whole labor saga began), when it was time for me to give the toddler a shot for the first time. I remember the nurse being like [...]
One of the most important things I’ve come to understand since our boy’s diagnosis is that T1D is an illness of guilt. It’s an illness of “what if”s and “if only”s, of doubts and questioning. For our son, the diagnosis came almost a month to the day after a particularly bad episode of hand, foot [...]
I struggled when I first started writing this, mostly because it feels arrogant, somehow, to assume that one’s story is of interest to anyone else. And so I wanted to start this by explaining why I decided to share what I have. I think mostly I just didn’t know where to look, but I know [...]
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