When adrenaline made her blood sugar skyrocket, it was like she was pedaling through mud. She struggled to even go, as she pushed herself to move along a flat road. And you know what? She did it with a smile on her face and while cracking jokes, and while figuring out a dose to bring herself down.
I woke up the next day to a new life. My face was a mess. My body was cracked and broken and bruised and hurt. But my heart... I don’t know how to explain it except to say that it was pouring rain outside my hospital window, but the sky had never looked more beautiful.
Diabetes is learning to be careful about googling your disease.
Diabetes is hearing about other people's fear of needles. And love of desserts. And hemp seed treatments. And footless, blind diabetic great aunts.
Nothing says “the holidays” quite like cranberry orange baked goods. This coffee cake is bursting with orange zest, pecans, and a sweet cranberry filling. It’s really not hard to make but it certainly looks impressive. And it’s just the thing for your holiday brunch. Add a dollop of whipped cream and it can also double as dessert.
For me time stopped on February 3, 2010 when my 13 year old son, Jesse, suddenly passed away due to type 1 diabetes. So instead of being a 19 year old young man today, he is still 13, alive only in our minds and our hearts. I wonder frequently who my son would be today – who I would be today – if he were still here.