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.

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

Friday, July 13, 2012


A hot summer afternoon, all the car windows rolled down, music pouring over us as we soar down the highway. We've embarked to retrieve Rowan from diabetes camp. Just the two of us:Trinity (11) and me. It's been the two of us for six days now, for the longest in eight years.

It's a different relationship when it's just the two of you. You are a mother, but your referee skills aren't regularly called upon. You can relax. Or maybe it was the giddy freedom from NOT having to manage type 1 diabetes for six days. Or maybe it was the unpressured, uninterrupted sleep, in a bed all to myself? Either way... it was heady. I fell in love with her, all over again.  She's a wonderful girl.

We were both busting with excitement to see Rowan, hear her stories. Yet I found my eyes welling with emotion. As much anticipation that I had, I had a strange sorrow that my one on one time with Trinity was over. It was a great experience, for all three of us.

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