A Public Service Story Featuring Confused Uncles, Misinformed Gym Buddies, and Science
It started like many things do—with a family barbecue, an overcooked hot dog, and my Uncle Ron asking if he needed to use separate …
Words Matter: Why I’m Letting My Son Decide If He’s “Diabetic”
When Owen is ready, there’s something important I want him to know—something I still wrestle with myself. The word “diabetic” gets used a lot. Some say it casually, others with concern or care, and many without much …
Race Report: Capital Backyard Ultra
(…or, How I Packed Everything but the Kitchen Sink—wait, no, I packed that too.)
Last week, I wrote a race preview for a race I planned to run over Memorial Day. This is my entry after the race. …
Time in Range: Like Herding Blood Sugar Cats
Let me tell you a story about an imaginary friend named Gluco who lives inside my son’s body. Gluco is… well, let’s just say he has a flair for the dramatic.
One minute he’s chilling on the …
Owen’s First “High”: A Rookie Parent’s Play-by-Play
It was bound to happen.
Life with three kids is about as predictable as a puppy on espresso, and type 1 diabetes hates unpredictability. Still, when Owen’s continuous glucose monitor (CGM) flashed that first screaming-red HIGH since …