It’s incredible to hear about the myriad of creative ways in which people are expressing themselves about diabetes and calling attention to this illness lately, both online and off-line. Just a few short years ago, when I was diagnosed, it seemed the Big Advocacy Organizations were the only games in town. Now, individuals all over the country — and the world — are doing everything from running online auctions to selling lip-gloss to designing merit…Read more »
I was chatting with diabetes investor / expert / friend Robert Oringer the other day, who has two teenage sons with Type 1 diabetes. “I’m obsessed with finding ways to prevent severe hypoglycemia,” he pronounced. I guess I knew this about him, but it reminded me of just how complex and scary blood sugar lows can be. Which led me back to this post, which, three years later, still rings true:
Don’t worry. Be happy. Enjoy the day! (And the long weekend!)
That is my 7-year-old’s artwork, btw: Mr. Scarecrow. Does he look bummed, just because he might be missing a functioning brain? No Sir. So no bemoaning your dead pancreas today People, OK?
Hey, if nothing else, be glad you’re not an astronaut; if you thought we PWDs had food troubles on this feast day, check out their plight.
Warm holiday greetings to all…
My D-blogger friend and intermittent correspondent Allison Blass has been living with diabetes since she was 8 years old. It’s pretty much all she knows. She copes with it her way, and strives to let others do the same. That’s why, this week, she’s musing on the theme of respecting each others’ choices in this diabetic life.
A Guest Post by Allison Blass
A few weeks ago, I announced that I was hosting a party…Read more »
A gentleman cornered me at the Diabetes Technology Society meeting earlier this month, and said he wanted to talk non-invasive glucose monitoring. How could I resist?
He said his name was Avner Gal, from Israel. He pulled out a chunky little MP3-looking device, and plugged in a cord with a small clamp on the end. Then he hooked the clamp to his earlobe, and pressed a button. We both watched the progress bar move slowly…