Sunday, April 15, 2012

Writing with Style - shoot I'm lucky I've kept up writing at all

Day 15 Health Activist Writers Month Challenge


Today's prompt: Whats your writing style? do words just flow from your mind to your fingertips? do you like handwriting first? Do you plan your posts? Title first or last? Where do you write best?

In less than an hour I need to be on the road to a girl scout even with Sweetstuff. Trying to pull this post out of my sleep deprived mind in less than 10 minutes so I can be in the shower and on the road in a timely manner.

For starters I originally was going to write "pull this post out of my arse" which about covers how nearly all my posts have been written. I had given thought to a few of my posts prior to writing them but my best posts including "My Happy Place" have been off the cuff.

I don't fancy myself a wordsmith (lots of grammar and spelling mistakes I'm sure - not to mention my limited vocabulary since I stopped buying the word a day calendars), but words do generally just flow from my mind to my fingertips (note I didn't say they were always good words). Many times my thoughts move more rapidly than my fingers do thus I find that I digress often - sorry.

I never hand write my posts prior to writing them.

LOL -I didn't finish before going to the theme park so here I am after 8 hours at the park and over 3 hours of driving - trying to squeeze this in before midnight.

Like I was saying - i don't hand write things first but I do occasionally make notes in my phone about things I want to post about (that list is growing but will wait until I have a free day {laugh} or when the Health Activist Writers Challenge ends.)

Planning posts - again not much of a planner although with the HAWMC I have given some thought to a few of the upcoming prompts - although those thoughts change daily.

Title first or last - I generally title my posts prior to writing (my attempt to keep myself focused) but often tweak the title after the post is complete.

I write best at my own desk and on my own laptop but lately I've been compelled to use my daughters laptop since mine is out of commission due to a hideous virus. I have been siting at her desk to do this (her chair bites). I could move either her laptop to my desk or my chair to her desk but I don't want her to feel like I'm intruding - nor do I want her to get used to MY chair.

As far as my style - well I recently found an amazing blog written by the mother of a child with autism and I honestly couldn't say it better than she does regarding writing style - it seems our styles are very similar although I wouldn't go so far as to suggest I write as well as her: "what you see here is what you get. I talk the way I think, and when I can get away with it, I write the way I talk. I'm not a for-better-or-worse sort of woman, I'm a for better AND worse sort of person. I believe in getting through things, not just "over" them. I've gone through too much to waste the energy on bullsh*tting anyone, myself included." Rhiannon Fieri

In the end I'm not sure how, when or where I write matters as much as why I write - which is to keep myself sane.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

My Dream Day Would Be Laced With Guilt

Day 14 Health Activist Writer's Month Challenge


Prompt - Describe your ideal day. how would you spend your time? Who would you spend it with? Have you had this day? If not - how could you make it happen?

I have struggled with this prompt in my head all day - well actually for a number of days since I read ahead. Many would expect me to write how my dream day would be a day in which my kids did not have diabetes. Of course I dream of that day but while I believe it is coming I don't believe it will be in the next 5 years. Others may also expect my dream day to be one I spend having fun with my family - the thing is I get a lot of those days and I treasure them already. Earlier I started to type out my dream day as a day I get to meet all the wonderful people I've 'meet' in the DOC (diabetes online community via twitter and blogs) since I got involved. So many have already helped me learn, cope and laugh - too meet them in person would be oh so wonderful. Yet none of the above mentioned days are what I really dream of right now.

The day I dream of causes me to feel the dreaded "guilt" because the day I dream of would be all mine. I don't often (ever) take a break from the diabetes care for my kids. Notice I didn't say "get" a break. My dear husband recognises how hard I work and acknowledges the fact I don't get enough sleep. He understands why sometimes my patience has run out and my temper is quick. He has recently encouraged me to 'take a break'. I just don't.

I have a difficult time asking for help. I mean a really terrible awful time asking for help. It isn't a pride thing (most of the time), it isn't entirely that I don't trust others to do as good of a job as I do (if what I do is a good job - there are others who are much better at it), it isn't that I couldn't get away - we would have resources for me to utilize if I wanted to get away. It is that I am a control freak and if something ever went wrong when I was 'taking a break' I wouldn't no how to forgive myself (also a big problem I have). I trudge along feeling tired, alone, incapable even though I don't have to feel those things. Granted my husband would make a gazillion mistakes (sorry babe if you read this) but it wouldn't be his fault. When Sugarboy was diagnosed I took the reigns and haven't relinquished them very often, and even then only with multiple phone calls and texts. I haven't given my dear husband too many opportunities to learn diabetes management like I know it. I learned by trial and error and if I don't let others try how would they know.

So going back to my guilt laced dream day - If I really had a dream day it would be all about me. No kids (insert guilt here) and no husband (again insert guilt here). I would leave my phone behind and my computer too. I would pack up some comfy pants and tank tops, the latest edition of the Outlander series (due out in 2013), my ipod (with the next Lord John book downloaded on it to be used during the drive down), my sunglasses, a pair of shorts, my sonic care toothbrush ( I love that thing - makes my mouth happy), a package of Red Vines, my camera and my flip flops. I would get in my van rented two door convertible sports car (brand doesn't matter) and head off to the coast (about 4 hours to a fairly decent one in Texas).

I would leave early (late) enough to arrive as the sun was coming up over the waves.
I would stop at a Starbucks and order a venti non-fat cinnamon dolce latte with only 3 pumps of syrup and no whip. I would park at the hotel that I would be staying at that night, grab my camera and take my latte for a walk on the beach. I would find a quiet place and start writing in the sand - words like anger, guilt, regret, sadness, and mistakes. I would let the tides take each emotion away leaving me light hearted and free - at least for the day. I would smile at strangers jogging and vacationers coming down early to set up a good spot for later day fun and I would know that I didn't have to talk to them.

I would return to the hotel and ask to check in early and since it is my dream day they would say "certainly and also we upgraded you to a king Jacuzzi suite with a full ocean view". I would run a hot jacuzzi bath (brush my teeth since they would be gross from driving all night) grab my book and sink into a luxurious bath complete with lavender and eucalyptus scents. I would have a tall pitcher of ice water with cucumbers perched near to keep me hydrated.

After the long relaxing bath and a number of chapters filled with my friends Jamie and Claire (main characters) I would slip into the complementary hotel robe and call down to have the nail specialist sent up. I would sit on my private balcony listening to the waves and seagulls as the nail specialist rubbed my feet, legs, arms and hands, buffed out all the dry stressed skin, and painted my nails.
My breakfast would arrive next; fruit salad, spinach quiche and black coffee. It would still be well before noon so I would sink down into the extra plush bedding and close my eyes for a mid morning nap.

When I awake it would be mid afternoon. The sun would be high and hot. I would slip into my shorts and a tank top, fill my water bottle, rub in some sun screen and head to the shore. Id toss my flip flops in my shoulder bad with my water and camera and I would start walking. Id stay just close enough to the tides that my footsteps leave slight indentations that are quietly washed away. I'd walk for miles - thinking, not thinking, singing to myself, not making a sound, listening to the waves whisper to me, snapping pictures and listening to children playing (not my own so I don't have to worry about sun screen, riptides, or jellyfish), I'd watch people fly kites, rent jet skies, hop over the tides and fish. Along I would know I don't have to do any of it, I can just walk. I would turn back when my water bottle is half empty.

In the late afternoon I would again curl up on the bed but this time I would read. I would read without a phone ringing, the dryer beeping, the kids arguing, dinner calling to be made, or the dogs barking. I would love reading but I would feel a bit sleepy so I would dog-ear my page and close my eyes. I would wake to my dinner being brought in on silver platters. Grilled salmon with mashed potatoes and asparagus, fried calamari, brushetta bread, and a pomegranate ginger martini. After savoring every bite desert would be served - chocolate moose cheesecake and a cappuccino.
After dinner I would head down to the shore again with a towel and again my book. I would read until the sun fell low and the twilight made it difficult to read with straining my eyes. At which point I would lie back at watch for the first evening stars with the whispers of the tides reminding me that it is ok to take time for myself.

I'd return to my room, take a hot shower, pull on my comfy pants and tank top and crawl into bed - setting the alarm to wake me in time to head home before my kids woke up in the morning.
During this entire day I wouldn't check a blood sugar, wouldn't count a carb, wouldn't talk about school, kids, or housework.

So this is why my dream day would be laced with guilt. If I wanted to do this - I could. I make my own insulin and so theoretically I could take a vacation from diabetes. (Insert Sally Field "I could run from here to Texas but my daughter couldn't she never could).  Prior to finding the DOC I would only feel guilty about taking a vacation from diabetes because my kids can't, now I have grown to care about so many in the DOC that I would also feel guilty because they can't take a vacation either.

My doctor, my husband and my family tell me I need to take care of myself to be able to take care of my kids. I'm sure they are right but would my dream day really be beneficial or would the guilt, anger and frustration I would feel after taking such a day be detrimental to my well being.

This day can never happen while my kids, friends and so many others fight the battle that is diabetes because I won't rest until everyone else can too.

Friday, April 13, 2012

"The Struggle"

Created by CJ Ward Abstract Endeavors
CJ created the piece for the JDRF Hope Ball Silent Auction
The vision was all hers - the artistic avenue she choose to travel was left to her.
She and I did chat about was diabetes means to me and my family.


She delivered the piece to me earlier today so I can deliver it to the JDRF office. It will be hard to let the piece go. I was nearly brought to tears when I opened the door to find my own fear, anger, hope, love and journey staring back at me. When I look at the piece I see the blue for diabetes awareness, and red for the blood my kids shed multiple times each day. I see sadness, anger and fear in the faces that are tangled in the weeds to the left - struggling. I see the birds of hope releasing those struggling to be connected with others fighting the same battle. I see the love. I see the keys that will set us all free and unlock the cure. Like I said I will be sad to relinquish this symbol of hope to the JDRF but I have no doubt it will help raise money that will lead to unlocking the door to the cure.

It is truly a one of a kind original work created with love and given with support.

What do you see in it? - feel free to share in comments.

If you want to share your thoughts with the artist you can do so by visiting the link above for Abstract Endeavors. CJ has made a number of original pieces that she donates to non-profits to help raise awareness and money. A side note - a piece she created for a non-profit in LA that benefits women struggling with addiction was sold to Russell Brand for 7K.

If you love it as much as I do send CJ a note to thank her for her support and talent.

10 Things THEY couldn't live without

Day 13 Health Activist Writer's Month Challenge


Todays prompt is to write a list of the 10 things you need (or love) most. Since this blog is intended to be mostly about being the parent of children with diabetes my list will not be what I need, it will be what they need.

Starting with the obvious:
  1. Insulin - well duh - sorry that was snarky but it is obvious. Without insulin my kids wouldn't last long even if I put them on the starvation diets used prior to 1922 and the discovery of insulin.
  2. Method of injecting insulin - yes obvious but you would be surprised as to how often my kids or I get asked "isn't their a pill". Perhaps the folks asking that have heard that some people with diabetes take a pill to help their body utilize insulin. That is a true statement, I know of a number of people with diabetes or pre-diabetes that are not insulin dependent but my kids are have Type 1 diabetes so a pill will not provide all that their bodies require. Insulin is a protein so it can not be ingested, it would be digested by the stomach and intestines rather than absorbed into the blood to help unlock cells to allow glucose to be burned as energy. To inject insulin one needs an insulin pump or insulin syringes.
  3. Pump paraphernalia - Both my kids are pumping insulin so in addition to needing the actual pump they require insulin cartridges (small reservoirs that are filled with the insulin and housed in the pump). They also need infusion sets - a thin tube that connects to the insulin cartridge inside the pump as well as to a cannula that is inserted into the subcutaneous tissue with a funky UFO looking device (thanks to Kerri S @sixuntilme for the validation of my thoughts). I often imagine beating ignorant individuals (that refuse to be educated) with said tubing.
  4. Glucose Meter - The best way for me to help my kids to avoid future complications is to check (I try not to say 'test' as it implies pass or fail) their blood sugars at least 10 times a day (which is what the insurance companies deem appropriate - although my kids generally test about 12 times a day). Thus 4a would be the tiny test strips used to collect the blood sample. I think I read somewhere that the test strips cost about $.10 each to produce but cost $1.00 each (without insurance). Pisses me off.
  5. Fast Acting Carbs - My kids need instant access to fast acting carbohydrates in case of low blood sugars. At any given time my kids will have packages of smarties, fruit roll-ups, juice boxes, glucose tabs, or small tubes of frosting on their person or in their diabetes pack (currently using a case produced by REI intended to hold a handheld game system).
Moving to less obvious but not less important

  1. Hugs - my kids need hugs. They need hugs when their blood sugars are over the rainbow and they are cranky, frustrated and hating diabetes. They need hugs when their blood sugars are plummeted downward taking their ability to function normally with them. They need hugs to celebrate a success. They need hugs when the new infusion site stings like a bitch. They need hugs when an unDeducated (un diabetes educated) person tells them they shouldn't or can't do something or eat something - or worse when a narcissistic (although sometimes well meaning) unDeducated person shares the story of how their grandma had to have both legs amputated because of diabetes. They need and deserve hugs for all the times they try.
  2. Laughter - many say (and I agree) it is the best medicine. Finding humor in all that it diabetes makes it sting less. My sweetness has only recently begun to understand the humor in me saying in public "you better be high with your attitude" (not sure if that is a good thing). We make note of the times the kids are bstwins (both check to find the same exact number - happens more than you might guess). We draw eyes and scales on the little twisty paper that protects the adhesive on the infusion sets, meet George George . We giggle that Sugarboy never fails to have to go pee just as I am about to squeeze the sides of the quick set to place an infusion set. There is opportunity for laughter everywhere and we take advantage of it.
  3. Food - ok so this one is obvious too, however I don't mean it in its most basic sense. I mean that my kids can eat everything their peers can. I know just because they can doesn't mean they should and so I do try to limit the foods that will cause an ugly number. I let my kids go trick-or-treating and bring home pillow cases full of wonderful. (I actually encourage it - how else am I going to get a two months supply of Reese's peanut butter cups?) The thing about all the holidays that involve candy candy and more candy is they forget about it after about a week. We put all the candy in a large container and the kids can choose a piece or two each day. This lasts about a week - I move the container slowly from a clearly visible spot to a less and less visible spot as the week goes on. By the end of the week the container is relegated to the top shelf of the pantry. It will stay there until the next holiday usually. We eat cake at birthdays and stop at Baskin Robbins a couple Tuesdays a month (kids cones only $1). I still make potatoes, rice and pasta but try to limit it to only a quarter of their dinner plate. We don't use food as a reward or a punishment. Food is food and I don't see the point in giving it any additional role.
  4. Diabetes Camp - This one truly should be part of the obvious as well. My kids (all three of them because diabetes effects siblings too) attend a day camp each summer called Camp Bluebonnet - Children's Diabetes Camp of Central Texas. It is a week of fun in the sun (gets to be above 100 degrees here), laughing and learning with other children with diabetes, finding the courage to scale tall rock walls and fly down zip lines in the blink of an eye, playing in mountains of foam, competing in silly games that more times than not include dawning over sized clothing soaked in ice water. It is a week of feeling normal and meeting new besties. My daughter also attend Texas Lions Camp - a week long sleep away camp about 3 hours from our home. She will tell anyone and everyone that the weeks she has spent at TLC are the very best weeks of her life. I am a nervous wreck those weeks - playing a game of 'wheres waldo' while searching the 300+ photos that the camp posts on FB each day just for a glimpse of my Sweetness. This year my Sugarboy is old enough to also attend - I may start drinking that week.
  5. Friends - we all need friends and my kids are fortunate enough to have a few that aren't just friends. They are other children with diabetes that 'get them'. They also each have a few non-D friends that also get them and can identify a low or high blood sugar sometimes before my kids can feel it themselves. We love those friends.
So there it is the list of 10 things my kids need most - the second set of 5 meet my needs too.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Woo Hoo first Guest Post - Cassie Giesberg.

You may recall another of Cassie's guest posts on Sugar's the Bitch not me - if not go there now and check it out - I'll wait.

So here's the deal. I started this blog first to clear my head. Siphon my thoughts into a pensieve - as Dumbledore would say (see I Write Because from 4/4/12).  It has helped me a great deal to share my thoughts, concerns, successes and stories. What has helped more is how I've become so connected in the Diabetes Online Community via Twitter. I have met (both in person and online) some of the most fabulous people in the DOC. In the last 5 years since SugarBoys diagnosis I have come to realize that people with diabetes and parents with diabetes really and truly are sweeter (yes it's a pun - but it is true.) One of those dfabulous people I have met is Cassie Giesberg, CDE (certified diabetes educator) extraordinaire. My children have had the fortunate luck to be seen by dear Cassie. I trust everything she says and so as a parent of 2 children with diabetes I asked her to write a guest post with advice to parents of children with diabetes. I am grateful she has provided so much valuable information that I can share with you.

Hi there! I’m Cassie Giesberg, and I’ve been a member of the T1 club for almost 29 years; I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes when I was 17 months old. Essentially, I don’t remember not being diabetic.  However, I do remember what it was like to grow up with diabetes. Depending on who you ask, my experience probably wasn’t that different from anyone else’s. However—because we diabetics don’t come with an owner’s manual—I wanted to share parts of my experience so that you can have an understanding of what it’s like to live with diabetes as a child. Hopefully, my experience will give you some ideas on how to be successful in helping your child with diabetes be a confident, independent adult with diabetes.
Like I said, I practically grew up with diabetes. What that meant for me was that my mom was responsible for my care for a really long time. With that being said, I think that she finally got to a point where was tired—particularly when she was so afraid of my diabetes and what that could mean for me in the first place. When I was ten years old, my mom sent me to diabetes camp. Right before I went, she said to me, “I can’t wait until you come back from camp. Then, this diabetes is all yours"
I’m sure that sounds appalling to most of you. But it’s a statement I’ve heard so many times in my career as a certified diabetes educator. Think about it: diabetes is a full-time job, except there’s no vacation or weekends off. That would be tiring for anyone. Remember that, because it’s going to come up again later.
I really should point out that my mother did the best she could with what she knew and what she had. She was a single parent on a below-poverty income, paying for all my diabetes supplies out-of-pocket; she never let me go without, often making sacrifices so that I would have what I needed. I hope that you’re realizing that she did a lot of things right. And believe it or not, you probably are, too.
I did want to offer up a list of dos and don’ts based on my experience. You will probably have your own to add, and that’s fine, too.
·         Do remember that diabetes—like many other things in life—is a marathon. If you were running a marathon, would you run as hard and fast as you can in order to win? Of course not! You would sprint and pace yourself so that you can successfully finish. With diabetes, you have to remember to take everything one step at a time, one day at a time. If you spend your time trying to prevent every worst-case-scenario, you’re going to wear yourself out pretty quickly. If you take your time, chances are very good those worst-case scenarios will never happen. That brings me to my next point.
·         Do remember that EVERYTHING IN DIABETES IS FIXABLE!!! If you see a high blood sugar, treat it with insulin per your doctor’s recommendations. You are going to see high and low blood sugars from time to time—if you didn’t, your child wouldn’t have diabetes. If you see a low blood sugar, treat it using the Rule of 15. If you treat these things in a timely manner, you can prevent those scenarios that you may be afraid of, as well as complications.
·         Do help your child feel as normal as possible. For me, that was a little easier because I thought that was the way things were. In one example from my own experience, my mom did help me by talking to my teachers at school and convincing them to let me talk to my classmates about diabetes and what that meant; I also showed them what taking a blood sugar and a shot (using a doll) looked like. From kindergarten all the way through middle school, my class learned about my diabetes and what to look for to remind me to go to the nurse. They grew up with diabetes just like I did, and didn’t treat me at all like a “freak”. I was just one of their friends who did everything they did, but sometimes had to do some extra things.
·         Do help your child become as independent as possible. There isn’t a “set” age for when this should happen, but when your child expresses interest in doing diabetes care, let them do what they are capable of, stepping in when necessary (i.e.: manipulation of equipment, skill/technique). Don’t be afraid to observe, and resume care if necessary (see below).
·         Do send your child to diabetes camp if you have the opportunity. Even though I wasn’t treated any differently, I knew that I was the only kid in my school that had to take shots and poke her fingers. Going to diabetes camp meant the world to me—and it opened up a new world for me. At meal times, we all had to test our blood sugars and take our shots. In fact, I learned to give my shots all by myself at camp. We all had our snacks and meals at the same time. However, we had a lot of fun, too. In fact, I had so much fun and learned so much about diabetes, that I had decided at camp that I wanted to be a diabetes educator when I grew up. I went home with a new sense of confidence and independence that I had never had before.
·         Do allow your child to grieve their diabetes. Being diagnosed with a chronic condition feels like a loss—a loss of security, independence, and even confidence. Allow your child time to grieve this; it’s a lot healthier if they do. Remember that it’s what you do next that counts. If your child decides to “give up”, then step in to help them do their diabetes care so that they know life goes on and that they have a teammate.
·         Don’t allow the blood sugar or a1c to be a direct judgment of you or your child. Remember that these numbers are a snapshot in time, and whatever they are, they can be fixed if they’re not ideal. Don’t look at these numbers as “good” or “bad”. Think of them as “in range” or “out of range”. Sure, you want that three-month average to be 7 or below (barring too many low blood sugars), but that can easily be done if you fix those out-of-range blood sugars in real time. If you constantly remind them of how “bad” their numbers are, that will set them up for failure. Your kids don’t want to disappoint you and if you remind them how much they are, chances are very good that they’ll stop being honest with you about their numbers just so they don’t disappoint you.
·         Don’t constantly remind them of what they can’t have or do. Diabetic kids already feel like there are a lot of things that they can’t do or have. In reality, there isn’t anything they can’t reasonably do or have. You and your child will be a lot more successful if you remind them of what they can do or have so that they won’t feel any more ostracized than they probably already do.
·         Don’t be afraid to punish your child if they are independent with their diabetes care, and they don’t do it. All too often, I hear, “But I don’t want to punish them for having diabetes.” You’re not. If you told your child to clean their room and they didn’t, what would you do? You would punish them. This is the same thing—except the stakes are a lot higher.
·         Don’t be afraid to step in and resume diabetes care if your child isn’t doing it. If they’re not doing their care, then they’re showing you that they can’t handle it. Remember, diabetes is a full-time job without weekends off or vacations. The best thing you can do is to give your child a “vacation”. Step in and help with their care. It will be good for you, too, because it will help you keep your skills up in case you have to do all the care for whatever reason.
·         Don’t be afraid to send your child to counseling if they are having trouble dealing with their diagnosis. People with chronic conditions have a 95% chance of developing depression. Kids aren’t programmed knowing how to deal with that, and professional assistance can only help by arming them—and you—with the tools to deal with this as it arises. Your child will be a lot more successful if they develop healthy coping mechanisms.
So there you have it. These are the main things I have dealt with in either my personal or professional life. As I said before, you’re more than welcome to add your own, because I guarantee you that I haven’t covered everything. Some of these may be hard to swallow, and they may not work for everyone, but that’s okay. However, I hope that hearing it from someone who grew up with diabetes make these things a little more valid for you.  Good luck and good health!


This one is when you first learned to ride a bike...
Day 12 Health Activist Writer's Month Challenge


Today's challenge was to start with this phrase: “Today I looked in the mirror and…” Keep writing. Don’t stop for 15 minutes. Don’t edit. Post. Go!

At six am the alarm clock that I keep in my bathroom (15 feet from my bed so I have to get up to turn it off) alerted me it was time to leave dream land and begin the day. I disagreed and stumbled to the counter to hit the snooze button. Nine minutes later it tried again, still I disagreed and hit the snooze button. At 6:18 I gave in and got up. Remembering what today's prompt was I paused to find my reflection.

Today I looked in the mirror and was aghast at what I saw at first. My eyes were sunk in punctuated by dark circles. My hair seeming to try to escape from my exhausted body in every direction. The seam of my dear husbands pillow imprinted on my cheek since my Middles had stolen my favorite pillow. The red lines stretching out from my iris's reminding me (like I needed a reminder) that it had only been about 3.5 hours since I laid my head down. Upon closer observation I had realized I hadn't removed my make-up from the day before - thus it helped define the many wrinkles that surround my eyes. I'm not gonna lie - the wrinkles aroudn my eyes make me sad. Feeling sad made me frown and I really didn't like my reflection at that point. Thus I smiled at myself - only that caused my eyes to become narrower and the wrinkles more prominent. Still smiling I pulled at the wrinkles - only that made me look like I was making some insensitive joke about Asians. At that point an image of an actress (I don't remember who) in a movie (I don't remember which) came to mind. In the movie the actress is speaking to her child I believe and explaining which wrinkle came from varying events in the child's life (child may have been an adult). Pointing out each wrinkle saying things like "this one is from when you learned to ride a bike. This one is from when you learned to drive a car" etc. (The fact that I can't recall the name of the movie or the exact actress will taunt me the rest of the day so if you know this movie please feel free to comment.) So here I am sleep deprived, looking like I was droped from the ugly tree - twice - deciding which wrinkles were for what events in my life. Assigning each wrinkle to an event good-bad-or ugly reminded me that I have lived a good life since I had more positive reasons to name wrinkles than negatives. Feeling a bit better about the wrinkles I waved goodbye (literally waved - I am a dork) to my reflection and moved on with my morning.

SO now I am supposed to post without editing or even running a spell check. This may suck - I haven't even read what I wrote and I am a natoriously poor speller. Lets chalk any bad grammar or poor spelling to sleep deprivation and call it a day.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

My life as a theme song....

Day 11 Health Activists Writers Month Challenge

Today's challenge is to Imagine my health focus or blog is getting its own theme song. What would the lyrics be? What type of music would it be played to?
Well of course the obvious answer to that would be the song my dear Sweetness wrote about diabetes and how it makes her feel. She wrote the song first as a poem but then started humming a melody to it. Soon it turned into a song. It has won awards in the state of Texas and it is copyrighted. She hopes to sing it one day at the Children With Diabetes Friends For Life Conference in Orlando as well as teach it to all the kids at Texas Lions Camp this summer along with the sign language that she choreographed with it. Below you can hear Sweetness sing her song at the JDRF Type One Now conference and/or read the lyrics.

Lyrics for "Its Alright"
Sometimes I feel low
Sometimes I feel high
It's like a roller coaster riding up through the sky
Sometimes I'm confused
Sometimes I am sad
Sometimes I'm just really mad
But I don't give up
And I don't give in
This thing is not gonna win
So take my pain
And take my hand
Lead me to a place to understand
It's alright
It's alright
So I keep praying
And I keep hoping
But for now I keep checking and dosing
Together we can
Together we will
Find a cure for me and for you
So don't give up
And don't give in
This thing is not gonna win
So take our pain
And take our hands
Lead us to a place to understand
Its alright
Its alright
It'll be alright
Since this blog is about life as a parent of children with diabetes and with Sweetness's permission I wrote my own lyrics for the first verse - leaving the chorus and second verse as is.
Sometimes I screw up
Sometimes I succeed
Its a learning curve I might never get right
Sometimes I feel guilt
Sometimes I get pissed
Sometimes I just celebrate

Like I said earlier the obvious choice of a theme song for my blog is my daughters song but there is another song that has played an enormous role in my life as a parent of cwd.
When Sugar Boy was diagnosed in Feb of 2007 it was close to devastating. I was so scared and confused. We checked into the ER at children's hospital, held our wailing boy while they placed an IV, and watched the IV fluids drip into his tiny dehydrated starving body. After a bit we could see he already was feeling better. He was laughing and playing and begging for snacks. Within an hour though he became pale, his eyes sunk back into his head and he became so very sleepy. I frantically called for the doctor or nurses. He felt like he was slipping away from me. The nurse checked his blood sugar - he was 27. I exclaimed "You were wrong he isn't diabetic get the insulin off him!" The nurse looked at me with such sadness. They gave him glucose and he perked up again. I was wrong of course - they were right (something I'm not used to - even my kids will tell you I am always right).
It was very late by this time and I had to get my other two kids home. On the drive home I could barely see the road I was crying so hard. Sweetness and Middles were falling asleep in the van. The traffic was heavier than usual and it was dangerous for me to be driving so emotionally charged and with reduced vision due to my never ending tears. I pulled over on the side of the freeway - unable to get to an exit. I sat at the wheel of my van and sobbed silently. Shoulders shaking, stomach clenched and hands gripping the steering wheel with my knuckles turning white - I prayed. I prayed for strength and understanding. I was raised a Christian but hadn't been involved much in a church. I didn't normally pray and while I believed it was a very watered down belief.
I knew I had to get my self composed and get my kids home. Music helps me focus so I reached out and between tear swollen eyes I turned on the radio. At that moment a song began. I had heard it before but never really listened to it. However, that night on the busy freeway with my older two nestled in their car seats and my youngest sleeping quietly in the ER I heard it. It was a push. It was a voice telling me to move. It was what I needed to make a choice to turn my directional on, merge back into life and move forward.


"Hanging By A Moment" by LifeHouse
Desperate for changing, starving for truth
I'm closer to where I started, I'm chasing after you
I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held on to
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you
Forgetting all I'm lacking, completely incomplete
I'll take your invitation, you take all of me now
I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held on to
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you
I'm living for the only thing I know
I'm running and not quite sure where to go
And I don't know what I'm diving into
Just hanging by a moment here with you
There's nothing else to lose, there's nothing else to find
There's nothing in the world that can change my mind
There is nothing else
There is nothing else
There is nothing else
Desperate for changing, starving for truth
I'm closer to where I started, I'm chasing after you
I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held on to
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you
I'm living for the only thing I know
I'm running and not quite sure where to go
And I don't know what I'm diving into
Just hanging by a moment here with you
Just hanging by a moment
Just hanging by a moment
I'm hanging by a moment
Just hanging by a moment here with you

Over the two years that followed SugarBoy's diagnosis my faith did grow and so did my strength. Ill talk about how Sweetness's diagnosis effected my faith in a later post - although I can say that with her diagnosis my theme song would sound more like Blasphemous Rumors by Depeche Mode.