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The theory in my family is that my pancreas had been dying a slow death for fifteen years. A cow’s milk-related allergy …

I adopted my first dog, a scruffy 10-pound terrier mix named Frankie, when I was an adult and fairly clueless about all …

Living with diabetes is stressful, frustrating and exhausting, and my general response to people who encourage me to fin…

There’s another kind of auntie our world needs: this one’s bond with the person comes not from blood, but from blood sug…

Although I was diagnosed three years ago, and Jack three months ago, neither of us has taken a speck of insulin. Having …

I called my friend Anne from the ER. “Lauren’s in the hospital,” I said. “She was just diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. A…

When my eleven month old niece, Ella, was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes, I was equal parts stunned, angry, and sad. My …

Which brings me to the olden days of diabetes. Back when we had to walk barefoot both ways uphill in snow to get our NPH…

For 19 years, my focus and goal as the mother of a child with diabetes had been survival. And in life with diabetes, tha…

My experience babysitting Noah not only taught me new things about managing my own care, but it also gave me a newfound …