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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.

Thank you for visiting wishing good health and a cooperative pancreas to you and yours.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011


The other day, Rowan comes into the room: "I want to watch Nick Jonas talk about diabetes".


So off to YouTube we go. Found his diabetic speech, and she sat there at the computer, absorbing it all.

"I need you to rewind to a spot for me"

And so we did.

She had me rewind to a part in his speech where he is talking about "why me". Why did HE get diabetes, not his brothers, not his friends, not the kid down the block. He goes on to say about how he decided to turn that around and ask why NOT me? He admits, he's in a position to educate the masses, offer support to type one diabetics world-wide.

She turns and looks up to me, those great big haunting brown eyes "I've decided it's time for me to ask why NOT me Mama."

I took it with a grain of salt. She experiences a lot of mood swings, and in all honesty, I try not to put a lot of expectations on her seven year old shoulders.

But the next morning is when it fully registered for us both. Injections have always been a turbulent time for the both of us. Much whining (sometimes from both, usually just her), much kicking (her), sometimes punching (yes, this IS how I got the black eye last year), some tackling and wrestling (usually me), and much dramatics in general.

But there was no fighting that morning. No battle. No whining. No nothing!

She smiles proudly and announces: "Since I've started asking why NOT me, the needles hurt less".

I couldn't be more proud!

For those of you interested in seeing Nick Jonas' speech, it can be viewed at: http://youtu.be/TlT4E6NrtCg

Thank you Nick Jonas! Who'd have thought YOU would be the one to reach my precious seven year old Sweet L'il Bones. Thank you for taking your diagnosis and converting it into leadership. I'll be forever grateful.

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