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We leave tomorrow for a two week visit with family back east. If at all possible, I will post from there.In the meantime, for the sake of closure I'm sharing an entry I wrote on May 11th and just now found in a draft folder...___________________________________________________________I write my previous entry, hit "publish post" -- then sit back in my chair.Thinking.What if he gets this thing?

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On my way to pick up Joseph, I can't help smiling.The sun is bright, the air warm, and it's Friday.Ice cream, that's all this day needs.Just as my boy climbs in the car, I turn and flash him a grin."How 'bout we pick up Evan and then go for some ice cream?""That'd be great," Joseph says.And then he turns and looks out the window."What's up, Bud? Anything happen at school today?""A kid got swine

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... and could the freeze-frame look any goofier? Will write a post soon... really.

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Have you ever lost touch with a close friend?Ever let so much time go by without talking that you just didn't know where to begin?And even when something truly wonderful happens, your shame at having let this friend fall so far out of your life prevents you from sharing it with them.Well, that's how I've been feeling for quite a while now.About this blog-- and about all of you.So I'm just gonna

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Here we are coming to the end of the year, and what have I been doing?Stressing about money.Money for our property taxes, money for Joseph's orthodontia, miscellaneous medical bills, our insurance premiums, CHRISTMAS...Money for a new insulin pump.That's right, Joseph's current pump will soon be out of warranty-- and given our history, there's no way we can afford to be without a warranty.

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I lean back and stretch, before glancing at the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen.11:35 AMJoseph should have called by now to confirm his lunch bolus.Standing up, I stretch again-- then walk upstairs to the kitchen, drop into a seat at the counter and slide Joseph's bright yellow and green logbook in front of me.Hmmm.... 155 before breakfast-- that means the spike will be a

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In honor of World Diabetes Day, and because this year's theme is again "Diabetes in Children and Adolescents," I'm going to step aside and let my son do the talking:

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Back in 2005, when I wrote my first D-Blog Day post, I was a part of a small, but passionate group of people determined to tell our stories, to reach out-- to connect with others affected by diabetes.And now, just three years later, we are hundreds strong-- and still growing.Wow.Sometimes it just blows me away, how rapidly this community has become a source of support for thousands.A force for

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"I can't believe it-- we're actually gonna see the Red Sox play tonight!""Mom, we should just get cable," Joseph says with a sly grin, "then we can see them anytime we want.""No."That's all I say. Because I don't feel like explaining yet again that if we had cable TV, we'd be a family of lab rats-- spinning endlessly through all of those channels...Nope, I'm not going there.We're having dinner in

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Please watch....... and vote.

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Taking a seat in the common room, opposite Joseph's cabin nurse -- a woman with wavy brown hair who looks to be about my age -- I'm not nervous at all.Determined, is more like it.We start out talking about basal rates and insulin-to-carb ratios; corrections and the timing of set changes.And then, I take a deep breath."Now, I'm sure you're aware that Joseph needs to be checked at both midnight

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So yes, I really am back.Honest.I'm just trying to figure out where to start.You see, part of me feels that by writing about the present, I'm giving short shrift to the best summer we've had in years.I never wrote about all the summer baseball-- or those 15 amazing days out east bonding with my siblings and their kids.Or the swimming, fishing, and quirky fun we had in northern Wisconsin with

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First.I am so sorry to have left you all hanging-- we're here, and we're fine.I think.So much has happened since my last post, I don't quite know where to start.I guess an explanation for the silence might be the best place.Now, I could just say I haven't posted because we've been busy -- DANG busy -- with multiple trips out of town, beautiful weather, preparations for school...All true.But

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They're home.Thank. God.Half an hour before they got in, I called Ryan's cell phone yet again to see how close they were to home-- I was petrified because the news had said sections of I-94 between here and the Dells were closed due to flooding.They'd warned that road conditions were "extremely dangerous."Ryan's cell didn't answer, so I left a message.I tried again.Several times.I called Joseph's

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I'm sitting in my basement with Evan.The tornado siren went off about 45 minutes ago; there've been at least three confirmed touch downs in the area.Along with "hen's egg" sized hail, torrential rains, and 80 mile an hour winds.According to the news, at least three more "tornadic" storm cells are heading toward us.Right now, Ryan and Joseph are on the interstate just outside of the Dells --

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He's gonna be fine.That's what I keep telling myself, over and over.He'll have a blast.But, I can't get rid of the gnawing in my stomach-- and I cannot stop thinking about all the things that could go wrong.What if he's low while he's at the top of a rollercoaster?That place is so big-- what if he can't find Ryan?They'll be in the Dells, where a storm is headed-- where there'd been massive

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Okay, seems I've been tagged for a meme by Penny and Lisa, and (as usual) am very late getting to it.(Sorry, ladies.)The rules are as follows:I must write a post listing 10 weird, random, facts, habits or goals about myself then choose six people to be tagged, list their names and why I tagged them.All righty, then-- here we go:#1. I'm the last to finish eating at every meal-- even if I don't do

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Sitting next to Joseph on a bench painted like a black and white spotted cow, my mind is racing.We've worked so hard... the testing, adjusting, the basal rate changes... so many long nights...It has to have come down.A knock at the door, and into the exam room steps a young woman with wavy blond hair and a slightly nervous smile.A resident."Hello, Dr. C wanted me to meet with you before she

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Yesterday it dawned on me that I hadn't posted in three weeks.Yikers!What the heck's goin' on over here?Well, the short answer is:We've been outside.The slightly longer answer...I've been mulching and tending to my garden; Joseph started baseball-- and is again a pitching monster; Evan learned how to pump her legs and swing (a moment of pure joy, by the way), and we've been playing a lot of

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For more than three years I've posted about our experience living with Type 1 diabetes.About the incessant highs, the dangerous lows; about the long nights and the early mornings.And I've come clean about the fear.Today, I'm just tired-- and more than a little hoarse.Even so, today is too important a day not to post.Because the voices of those living with Type 1 diabetes far too often go unheard

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I'm lying in bed looking up at the ceiling-- only I can't see the ceiling because the room is pitch black.All right.He was crashing down at 11 o'clock, but two glucose tabs pulled him up 15 minutes later-- to 132. Then he ate some cheese crackers...That ought to hold him.I roll over on my side.He's got no insulin on board, and his basal rate is pulled back 30% for the next couple hours.He should

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         Joy           Pain             Confusion               Understanding                  DeterminationRepeat.----------------------------------------------------------------------------Thanks to Nicole for the tag.Rules for this interesting little meme are as follows:1) Write your own six word memoir; 2) Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like; 3) Link to the

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Today marks the beginning of my fourth year as a diabetes blogger.In my very first post, I said that it was "liberating to think that I could write something here that might help someone out."Three years later, and I still feel exactly the same.And more.Because soon after writing that first entry, I learned that blogging could open the door to both giving and receiving a tremendous amount of

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She's smiling.Which seems a little surprising-- given the number handwritten in black ink on that sheet of paper sitting on her desk."Joseph, you've gotten so big!" she says enthusiastically, "I wonder if you can you see over my head now?"Immediately, my son leaps out of his chair.Standing directly in front of her, it's clear that Joseph is now several inches taller than his endocrinologist."Oh

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My favorite table in any restaurant is one by a window.So I'm glad when Joseph nabs the lone window seat in our favorite bakery.Minutes after settling in, I glance outside at the snow and ice-covered parking lot -- through glass streaked with condensation -- and then immediately take another long sip of my very hot tea.Meanwhile, Joseph -- hands wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate -- continues

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