Is it odd that I sometimes yearn for the simple days when we had no social media (to scare us even as it supports us), no Dexcom Share (to unnerve us even…
Category: Living
Last spring CNN ran a story on one of its correspondents, Cristina Alesci, who was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes as an adult. And a few days ago I came…
Eleven people living with diabetes, with the support of the law firm Hagens Berman, have filed a class action lawsuit in Massachusetts against…
Despite attacks of snarling bigotry both on and off the baseball field, Jackie Robinson, the first African American player in the major leagues,…
Mary Tyler Moore, who lived with Type 1 diabetes, died today at the age of 80. She was a much loved actress, best known for her television roles in…
The theory in my family is that my pancreas had been dying a slow death for fifteen years. A cow’s milk-related allergy (so the family lore unfurled)…
I adopted my first dog, a scruffy 10-pound terrier mix named Frankie, when I was an adult and fairly clueless about all things canine. I wasn’t really…
Political observers across the spectrum have long expected Obamacare to be high on Congress’ list of changes it wants made, but the speed of repeal…
“Are you back?” I asked my son, as I always do when he’s had a low blood sugar and then juice.
“No,” he answered.
I checked him again: 47. Just two digits…
Two years ago, my husband Mike began to feel unsteady as he walked with Tom, our oldest son, to an appointment. Mike wasn't quite walking in a straight line, and he was sweating. Tom noticed and asked Mike if he was okay. "Yes," Mike said. "I just need to get some food."
Mike was looking for a store, somewhere he could buy something - anything - to put into his mouth. He knew his blood sugar was low