Skip to main content

Nerdy April's #1 Diabetes Supporter


Today I am supposed to tell you all about my biggest Diabetes supporter. It may sound absolutely cliché, but the fact is my biggest supported is my mom, Sue.



Even now, at a distance of nearly 2,000 miles away, I call her frequently to vent about Diabetes-related frustrations, and she always responds with a, “I wish I was there so I could help you.” She was there when I was diagnosed, when all those “girl” things started happening (within a week of my diagnosis, my body was like…holy crap, what is happening in here?!?!?!), when I first went on an insulin pump, when I got a new pump and had to send the first one back, when I changed the type of sites I use, when I tried to figure out which test kit and needles worked best, when I started having allergic reactions to the adhesives, when I needed to pig out on chocolate no matter how many carbs it set me back…yup, she has always been there.



And don’t get me wrong, Diabetes requires maximum support and there have most definitely been other supporters (i.e. Dad, Heather, Chris, Liz, etc.). Most everyone I have met has done me a Diabetes-favor, and for all those acts of kindness I am forever grateful. Like that time I forgot my lancing device and Dad (deathly afraid of needles, and clicky things) “manually” poked my finger, or all those times Heather retrieved my test kit before supper, or the time when Liz dropped off my English paper and took me to a church meeting before I headed to the ER with a severe kidney infection, or that time Chris saved me when our cat Gordo chewed a hole through my pump tubing. Oh, and there was that one time I decided to test my family’s blood sugars for a whole day as part of a science project I came up with, thanks guys.



Thanks Mom for everything, you have officially earned the title of “Nerdy April's #1 Diabetes Supporter”. And thank you everyone else in my life for your unending supply of Diabetes support!


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

The road to curing Type 1 Diabetes

From the moment of diagnosis, the road is rough, the learning curve is steep and the stakes are literally life or death. The map is less-than-helpful - paths originating from virtually every corner, coalescing at a center point (aka "diagnosis") and bursting back outwards - some paths cross and wrap around each other but others are isolated. And even with all of these roads, most of the territory is uncharted - how did we all get here and how will we all exit? Where are the obstacles we haven't found yet? Which passage holds the key to unlocking the solution?

On any given day I feel pretty isolated with this disease - I'm the only T1D in my group at work, the only one in mission control, the only one in my family. I go through the logistics of calling insurance companies, ordering supplies, changing sites and troubleshooting malfunctions mostly on my own. Even those pesky carbs really only get counted in my brain, no group think for a meal bolus here. But there is b…

On 20 years with Type 1 Diabetes

I think it's finally time to hit 'publish' on this post, considering it's been sitting here for, oh you know, like 2 weeks now ;-) Sometimes I "April" about things too much (this is Chris's term), and with my dad here for Christmas I realized that it's definitely a trait passed down, haha, love you dad!


To be honest, I never thought the day would come when I would say, "I've had Type 1 Diabetes for 20 years."

20 years ago a cure was 'just on the horizon' and as an 11 year old kid I took that phrase to heart - I had to. My continued existence was based solely on whatever the endocrinologist said - pancreas, insulin, autoimmune, blood sugar, islet cells, shots. I didn't know what I didn't know at that point. I had never heard of an insulin pump or glucose meter. Ketones and hyperglycemia were just big, meaningless words. Carb ratios and counting might as well have been formulas for travelling at light speed. I wasn't ov…

Type 1 Diabetes - IT life.

Nine years ago (9 years ago?!), I was still waiting for the black-box-doctors at the FAA to clear my Class III medical certificate - a requirement for my then-job flying on experimental Army helicopters. To 'pump' up my diabetes-dejected ego (ha), Dave let me tag along with him for his MH-47G proficiency simulator runs. That tiny taste into helicopter flight dynamics gave me so much appreciation for him - hovering is literally the.hardest.thing, I was tense the entire time and constantly felt like I was one small cyclic movement away from losing control. Even though I knew in the back of my mind we were in a (moving) simulator, my senses got lost in the weight of the flight controls, the movement on the screens, and the hard thumps when I hovered right into the ground.

At the end of the runs I asked him how he has the stamina to pilot this monster of a helicopter for literally 15 hours straight (these special ops versions can mid-air refuel). He sort of laughed, but his answer…
01 09 10