Woman, Independent Parent, Artist, Advocate, Artifical Pancreas.... and EVERYTHING in between.

I am blessed to be parenting two beautiful girls, ages eight and eleven. My youngest nearly lost her life at age six (August 2010) to diabetic ketoacidosis: an often fatal consequences of undiagnosed type 1 diabetes. This is OUR journey: raw and sometimes, uncensored.

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Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Hypo or Hyper?

We're at the local community centre, waiting for swimming lessons to begin. One of the lifeguards sees Rowan being tested, and comes over to chat.

"What type are you?" the woman asks. She should have ended the question there. But no.... she continues "are you hypo or hyper?". I try to contain my eye rolling to a discreet level. But before I can interject or say anything, my sweet precious L'il Bones has it all under control.

With one hand on her hip, she looks up to the lifeguard, and replies "I'm type ONE.... you know, the FOREVER kind." I could hear Rowan's thoughts continue "like, duh!" The womans face drops, makes some excuse, turns tail and runs.

May I be the type of supportive parent that will not squelch the attitude she dishes out in response to diabetic ignorance. You tell 'em girl!

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