Last week, while driving Owen to school, I needed a break, not from the morning chaos, but from the nonstop news cycle dominated by one particular individual (you know, the “greatest individual the world has ever seen”). So I switched …
Our Spaghetti-Night Scare
The evening started off normally enough. It was spaghetti night—also known as “let’s see how many carbs we can fit on one plate.” It’s one of the few meals where there are never leftovers. Peyton can eat through multiple plates …
The Night Diabetes Didn’t Stand a Ghost of a Chance
Halloween tests every parent’s patience —and pancreas. I fully admit to eating candy while walking my kids from house to house. You’re lying to yourself if you don’t. If only I could get you on a sensor. I remember thinking …
Would someone please put a pedometer in a pump?
You heard me. We need a pedometer in an insulin pump. And we needed it yesterday. Heck, maybe last week.
Exercise doesn’t get the credit it deserves in diabetes management. There are plenty of reasons for that, but for now, …
Breakfast with HAL: When My Pod Talked Back
When you’ve had diabetes for a while, you start to think you know your diabetes. Sure, you have a smart pump, but you believe you’re smarter. Maybe it’s because, in the early stages, we can feel when our blood sugars …