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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Friday, July 29, 2011

Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home... and take T1D with you!!!

In some parts of the world, it is believed that when a ladybug lands upon someone who is ill, when it takes off in flight, it is said to take the illness with it.

We'll try anything!

I felt bad, feeling something on my arm, and going to flick it away, thinking it was a mosquito. Instead, I look down, and there's this itty-bity little ladybug. I have always called my daughters my 'ladybugs'. For less than endearing reasons: a) they're girls or ladies, and b) sometimes, I'll admit, they BUG me!

I lovingly moved the sweet little critter onto the top of my littlest head. My beloved cherished Rowan, my youngest l'il ladybug. My type one diabetic ladybug.

The girls thought I was nuts, but I told them to hold the potential for magic in their hearts, if for nothing more than my sake.

Now it's your turn l'il ladybug friend. Fly away home, and would you please take Rowan's type one diabetes with you? I'm sure I heard that little creepy-crawly whisper to me as she departed from Rowan's sweet head, that a cure was on its way. Godspeed ladybug, from your mouth to God's ears.

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