If you could write a letter to yourself at age 10 or 18 or 27, what would you say?
I was recently asked that question by Ellyn Spragins, the author of “If I’d Known Then” and other books that use that idea to share valuable information and advice. Ellyn came to Charlotte to speak at at the Jewish Federation of Charlotte and they asked me to sit on a panel of local women. All of us would write a letter to our younger selves.
No too surprisingly, we decided to write about…Continue
“Everyone here is a big liar.” The woman put her hand on my arm and looked into my eyes.
It wasn’t what I expected after my talk on finding the funny in diabetes management.
“You just lied,” she insisted. “You said diabetes can’t stop you, but it can. If my son had been here, he would’ve gotten up and walked out.”
I don’t remember saying that (it’s not part of my talks) but this woman had clearly heard something that stuck with her.
“Okay,” I said. “Tell me your…Continue
After six years with an insulin pump, changing the inset is still one of the toughest parts of Benny’s diabetes management. The inserter has a long needle and even though it doesn’t stay in, it still goes in. I don’t care how old you are, it’s tough to get a big shot every three days.
Lately, I’ve been letting Benny smack the inserter on the floor when we’re done. This bends the needle so we can safety throw the thing away and it lets Benny vent some frustration. The other night, he…Continue
Just like that, another year of school is over. Sixth grade, done. Second grade, finished. We’ll get around cleaning out the backpacks by August. Maybe.
I am so lucky to have great diabetes support at school. Each year we set different goals and expectations for Benny and, I have to say, I’m pretty proud of my little guy. Second grade was about more independence, which mostly means buying lunch more often. Our district makes carb counts widely available and Benny’s teacher went above…Continue