#Parenting a child with #diabetes #struggles & #rewards: owning your own #lifetime

This is a blog I have wanted to write for some time. As the parent of a now grown up child with diabetes, I feel a ‘special’ bond with other parents. Because of this, I am one of the moderators of the Facebook Closed group Parents of kids with diabetes. Almost every day I read & respond to heroic, wonderful, ordinary, or desperate stories of parents, ordinary people, most of them with no prior knowledge or experience of life with diabetes. Some are the parents of newly diagnosed infants. Those of us diagnosed as adults, no matter what type of diabetes, we know the emotional rollercoaster that diagnosis brings. Imagine that diagnosis being pronounced on your baby or your child.

A child's trust
A child’s trust

The journey of acceptance of the diagnosis of diabetes is often described as the journey of loss, a journey through the stages of mourning. Some people diagnosed, or some partners of people who are diagnosed, get ‘stuck’ in one of the very earliest of stages, Disbelief & or Denial. They may delay or refuse the suggested treatment or advice for management. They may hide their diagnosis from those around them. That stage is bypassed in a Blink for the parent whose child is diagnosed. From lasting perhaps years, this stage is reduced to a few moments, a few hours, a day, a couple of days. From then on, ‘Disbelief’ & ‘Denial’ do not exist. We leap straight to fear, panic, guilt; into anger, blame, shame. We also leap straight into fierce Warrior protector mode. For most of us, our fear has to be submerged into Action, Compliance, & Learning, all embedded in a fierce protective mode that overrides everything else. Our own sadness, mourning, self blame must be submerged under the need to be the responsible Parent, the one who will manage the journey of our precious child into adulthood with lifelong chronic disease. I imagine the journey is similar to that of any parent whose child is diagnosed with a chronic disease or condition.

One of the differences lies in the management. Daily, a parent must monitor & restrict or ‘manage’ the food intake of their child. When birthday parties or celebratory occasions come up, the decisions about how to manage party food become an obsession. We handle insulin, a powerful hormone with great responsibilities attached, several times a day. We check glucose levels, ketones. We must ensure that we never run out of any supplies. We make & keep appointments with a range of HCP’s. We keep records, or trust our children to. We learn jargon. We FB, we Tweet, we SoMe. We must budget to afford all this, & although thankfully in Australia parents do receive some government assistance with costs whilst their children are under 16, in some countries this is a crushing, unsustainable burden. Our sleep is interrupted, sometimes many times a night, for the duration of the time our child with diabetes lives under our roof; and in the case of our daughters, possibly again when (if) (joyfully; & scarily) pregnancy occurs. We become master mathematicians & pseudo nurses & endocrinologists, calculating complex equations several times a day, carbs, insulin, bgl ratios. measurements & the needle

Another difference between being diagnosed yourself & having your child diagnosed is the type & level of Guilt & Self Blame that occurs. For ourselves, it becomes tied up in not talking about our diabetes, in hiding it so that we check our bgl’s or inject our insulin or take our oral medication very privately. We may even not do these things at all if a social occasion comes up. When it’s your child, ‘compliance’ is not an issue. We follow our instructions to the letter, to the minute. We advocate, we speak out, we question, we seek knowledge, advice, support. We talk to teachers, schools, principals, classrooms full of children. For many parents, their Guilt & Self Blame becomes lifelong, but is submerged into supporting a search for a cure. This is absolutely normal. It gives Hope, which is so wonderful. However, for some people supporting a cause such as this can become obsessive, preventing Acceptance, & interfering with normal life, & just getting on with managing the diabetes as best as possible.

It can seem impossible to set aside time for managing to care for ourselves. We can feel as though we are too tired, too busy, too responsible to take some time out just to be ourselves, just to breathe & enjoy our lives. We feel driven to Act, to do. The younger the child, & the more young siblings there are, the more difficult this becomes. Many parents are fortunate in having the practical support of a partner, grandparents, their own siblings. Others have friends in the ‘real’ world as well as in the virtual world. You may have access to good Child Care, where people are already trained or are open to be trained in managing your child’s health condition. It is hard to accept that it is not selfish to use such practical help to simply ‘take a sanity break’. However, doing so can actually be a wise management strategy. By allowing someone else to take care of our child with diabetes for a half a day, a day, a ‘sleepover’, a weekend; we are teaching everyone concerned that if for some reason we are unavailable, they can manage, & manage well. We’re teaching our child that there are safe people & places in the world, & as they get older, that they are clever, brave, strong; and normal. They can be away from us, & we can be away from them. We will come back, & we will all be OK. And we’re teaching ourselves that our lives exist outside our Parenting role, a role which changes over time for everyone, regardless of any health condition of their child.

What activities do you currently do that are solely for yourself? Do you walk, run, climb, meet a friend, visit a library, play a sport, go to the gym, sew, go to the cinema, study, paint, garden, play with animals, swim, do yoga, ski, ride a motorbike or bicycle, box, write a diary or blog? What have you stopped doing that you would like to go back to? What have you always wanted to do or try that you have not yet tried? Do you know how to practice relaxation, controlled breathing, or any stress relief practices?

Always remember, you are a Parent of a child, & you are a Person. These roles do not exclude or preclude each other. Your life is yours, you own it. We have a short time on this earth, & our time is Now.

Remain in Light. Talking Heads

carpe diem

Helen Wilde

Helen is a Senior Counsellor with Diabetes Counselling online, a Teacher, & the Parent of a person living with Type 1 diabetes since 1979. She has lived with Type 2 diabetes herself since 2001.

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Keeping still: scarcely breathing: & hanging on

Last weekend I was tired. I didn’t turn my computer on from Friday afternoon until Monday afternoon.

I visited Mum in the Nursing Home on Friday afternoon, & had dinner with my sister on Friday night, & we made a YouTube video for ‘Dine In’. On Saturday I had Brunch with my 4 sisters, always a lovely, laughing, chatty time: even better because we went to my lovely nephew’s cafe.. I had a Dr’s appointment Monday morning + the plumber came Monday & Tuesday, & on Wednesday morning I had fasting blood tests at the IMVS. We babysit Tuesdays & Wednesdays every week. In between I worked.

On Thursday I went back to bed after breakfast. This is something I almost never do. I usually have an obligation to someone to motivate me to get ready for the day & move into it. I was feeling really tired, almost exhausted. We have had such horrible weather events lately, & I have been as busy as I usually am, or even busier.

After I had stayed there for about 20 minutes, not sleeping, I recognised the state of almost trance that I was moving into. I call it my ‘nearly dead’ state of being. My first memory of entering this state was when I was a child. I have 4 sisters, two of them came along by the time I was 3 years old. So my life has never been solitary. When I was 10, sister 3 came along, & at 14, sister 4. By then we lived in quite a large house. But before I was 10 years old, my first 2 sisters & I always shared a room. The last of these rooms was tiny, so small that our 3 beds touched each other. Being in the days before TV & computers or the Internet, our playtime was rich with activity & imagination. We loved to play hide & seek of course, & sometimes talked our big hearty laughing Dad into playing too. There were few real hiding places in our tiny maisonette, & I remember my first very successful hiding place (to my mind) was actually under the bedcovers of my bed. The bedspring sagged, & as I was a skinny kid, if I lay extremely flat & kept very very still, scarcely breathing, it took a long time to be found. Or it seemed long. Of course the emotion of excitement had to be kept in check, & it was usually my giggles that meant I was found.

Keeping still...& giggling
Keeping still…& giggling

The next stage of experiencing this state of being ‘nearly dead’ was not nearly so much fun. I was 24 years old, & I was trying desperately hard to hang on to a pregnancy. I was admitted to the women’s ward of a country hospital, & told to ‘keep as still as you can’. This I did, for 10 days. I lay flat. I scarcely moved. I scarcely breathed. To pass the long hours I played patience, over & over again, moving only my hands.

I lost the baby. Then, I had to learn to stand, to walk, to breathe deeply, to return to my life, my work, & my 4 year old child. My body almost physically shut down over those 10 days. My muscles began to waste. My sadness seemed unbearable. I did walk. I went outside. I was dizzy. I stood in sunshine. I felt the air. I hugged a tree. It was strong, cool, detached, impersonal: it cared nothing for me, it just was. I breathed. And I cried.

hanging on means you survived
hanging on means you survived

Yesterday morning I felt this state beginning to take hold. Flatness, stillness, nothingness. I said to my husband, I might just stay here & lie flat & keep still until I die. He asked me why: & I realised I didn’t have a reason. My life is good. Sure there are some very sad things in it, there are some difficulties in it. But mostly it’s just a life, like any other. It’s up to me to Move, to Breathe, to be happy, to hang on…I got up, put my shoes on, went for a walk around the block. On the way I paused at a demolition site, where 6 burly men were pulling a house down. They had trucks, machines, skips. They were stopped, waiting for someone to come & close the huge water leak that was fountaining from the water pipe they had clearly just fractured. They were laughing & talking, enjoying their day: no guilt, no regret. I asked if I could take a cutting from the pink frangipanni tree they had already started to tear out. They gave me advice on how to strike it, & then happily broke the other half of the tree down for me. I carried it home triumphant, envisaging the flowers I might have next year.

just be..breathe in, breathe out, move..
just be..breathe in, breathe out, move..

 

Helen

Helen Wilde is a Teacher & a Senior Counsellor with Diabetes Counselling Online. She is the parent of someone with Type 1 diabetes and has been living with Type 2 diabetes herself since 2001.

If you sometimes feel you would like to talk with someone, maybe from our Team, you can do so via the Registration form here: http://www.diabetescounselling.com.au/counselling-request/

 

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Giving Thanks: & a Resolution for life, ‘not just for Christmas’

I had all kinds of grand ideas for my final blog before Christmas 2013, but in the end I decided to go with something very simple.

There are times in my life, or there have been, when I have felt the weight of the world. I’m sure you have too.

Some of those times were about how burdensome and busy my life was, how I was ‘so busy making a living, that I forgot to make a life’. I mostly got through those times with the support of friends and family, with the passing of time, and with the ending of situations that just ran their course. Some of those burdensome times were about being mired in deep grief, at the loss of friends, family, or the ending of a time because someone else needed to move on with their life. Sometimes life was just about getting through difficult times; through illness, injury, my children leaving home, the deaths of close family members and close friends. I did also practise Yoga and meditation through those most difficult years, and found the practice helpful in focussing my mind on the present moment.

girls beach sunset

Just now, although my life is still incredibly busy, I somehow feel blessed. I wake up feeling thankful, for the morning, for my family, for my work, for living in this wonderful country. Like most of us, that doesn’t mean I don’t have a little whinge about things; about ‘how Bloomin’ HOT the weather is!’: or how my house needs a Complete Makeover (and not the 60 minute kind), about the various aches & pains I have, the amount of work I have to get through, and the VAST number of pills & potions I swallow every-single-day!

I’m not the only person in the world to feel this way. It’s called Acceptance. Read this lovely story by someone diagnosed with diabetes at age 7.

I have also met either in person or online an incredible number of people who have faced difficulty and adversity and then gone on to do amazing, wonderful things in their lives. Some are Adventurous, like Rob who crossed Siberia, and some are very Giving. One of the things that makes me Thankful is that I still have my mother. She will be 91 in January. She lives in a Nursing Home. She suffers from various physical disabilities and ailments, and she lives with increasing dementia. But she still knows me. She still welcomes me with love when I visit. She still tells me I am a ‘good looking woman’, ‘beautiful’, and thanks me for visiting. She mostly spends her days lying on her bed, fully dressed, and yet tells me that she is ‘happy’, or ‘as happy as can be expected’. She is grateful for the smallest of attentions. She is not trying to influence or manipulate anyone or any situations. She just is.

One of the things that I have learned through all my experiences in life is to allow myself to feel all the emotions that come my way. I mourn deeply when I suffer loss. I sob and wail at the deepest losses. I believe in letting the grief out. It is one of the teachings of Narrative Therapy. I laugh like a drain over absolutely silly things with my 3 young grandchildren (aged 3, 5 & 5). I hug and kiss my 14 year old grandson when I say hello and goodbye, and he lets me. My 20 year old grandson hugs & kisses me without prompting. Joy is an emotion that lifts the heart, and it can best be experienced in small things, and best be appreciated after experiencing the most difficult of emotions. I have felt (and I’m sure will feel again) guilt, shame, remorse; anger, fear, regret.

On a tweetchat recently we were asked about (ho hum) New Year’s Resolutions. It’s not original, but this is what popped out:

“I have a permanent resolution. More like a mantra:

Be here now. Be mindful:yesterday is gone, tomorrow may not come. All we have is today.”

We have discussed this idea about ‘Mindfulness’ in several places on the website. You can use the little magnifying symbol in the top RH corner to search, you will find at least 17 references. One of them is Helen Edwards’ blog from October 23rd.

Check it out!

So today, a 43 degree day, 8.32 pm and writing my Blog, just before Christmas 2013, I am Thankful. That is what my Mindfulness practice is teaching me. May it be your lesson too, and may you feel that emotion deeply.

Helen Wilde

Helen is a long term Senior Counsellor with Diabetes Counselling Online, Teacher, mother of a type 1 diabetic for 34 years and a type 2 diabetic herself for 12 years.

– See more at: http://www.diabetescounselling.com.au/uncategorized/christmas-coming-free-gifts-interview-creator-diabeadies-vivi/#sthash.cZVOq50i.dpuf

Helen Wilde

Helen is a long term Senior Counsellor with Diabetes Counselling Online, Teacher, mother of a type 1 diabetic for 34 years and a type 2 diabetic herself for 12 years.

– See more at: http://www.diabetescounselling.com.au/uncategorized/christmas-coming-free-gifts-interview-creator-diabeadies-vivi/#sthash.cZVOq50i.dpuf

Helen Wilde

Helen is a long term Senior Counsellor with Diabetes Counselling Online, Teacher, mother of a type 1 diabetic for 34 years and a type 2 diabetic herself for 12 years.

– See more at: http://www.diabetescounselling.com.au/uncategorized/christmas-coming-free-gifts-interview-creator-diabeadies-vivi/#sthash.cZVOq50i.dpuf

aust outback with moon

Helen is a long term Senior Counsellor with Diabetes Counselling Online, Teacher, mother of a type 1 diabetic for 34 years and a type 2 diabetic herself for 12 – See more at: http://www.diabetescounselling.com.au/uncategorized/christmas-coming-free-gifts-interview-creator-diabeadies-vivi/#sthash.cZVOq50i.dpuf

Helen Wilde

Helen is a long term Senior Counsellor with Diabetes Counselling Online, Teacher, Mother of a Type 1 diabetic for 34 years and a type 2 diabetic herself for 12 years.

 

 

Helen Wilde

Helen is a long term Senior Counsellor with Diabetes Counselling Online, Teacher, mother of a type 1 diabetic for 34 years and a type 2 diabetic herself for 12 years.

– See more at: http://www.diabetescounselling.com.au/uncategorized/christmas-coming-free-gifts-interview-creator-diabeadies-vivi/#sthash.cZVOq50i.dpuf

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A week of ups & downs! – juggling excitement, sleep deprivation & a break in usual D-routine

Airport salad

It was the week of the much anticipated International Diabetes Federation World Diabetes Congress, being held in Melbourne Australia for the first time in 30 years in Australia, and what a week it was!

I bought a ticket as a Person With Diabetes (PWD), so had a pink tag, but was fortunately also helping out on the Diabetes Counselling Online stand (amazingly exciting experience!) so also had a red tag which meant that I was able to spend time in both the Congress sessions and the Exhibitor Hall where all the diabetes companies were exhibiting (including Diabetes Counselling Online – one of the most popular stands!).

The organisers wouldn’t allow people with the pink tag only into the hall as there were drug companies that aren’t allowed to promote themselves directly to the public. This was an unexpected disappointment for PWD as it meant also missing the poster sessions and the Global Village.

Today in my blog I mainly wanted to talk to you about my food experiences being away in a big city for four nights and how my diabetes managed along the way.

On the first day I was chatting with some other type 1s and we decided to run our blood sugars a little higher (not too high – around the 8-9mmol/L mark) over the conference as a safety precaution, and knowing that if we have a week without perfect control it wouldn’t upset our long term health but would keep us alert for longer in this intense environment. Diabetes is Not a Game of Perfect

I originally had a plan (one of Helen Edwards’ ideas) to order my meals for the week from a supermarket that delivers so I could keep as much stability in my time as possible. In ordinary life, although we eat a variety of foods, we include many vegetables and low-GI carbs while minimising saturated fats. This can be tricky to achieve when you’re away at a business conference, but then again I didn’t want to miss out on the social networking side of the conference which would of course include eating out! So I decided to take the risk and just took the basics.

I weighed out my cereal for three of the four days, as I had one breakfast meeting out (smoked salmon and scrambled eggs on toast), so that was one meal easily managed to help keep my BGLs stable.

Lunch was provided through the entry cost of the congress – I was most impressed with the healthy standard of these lunches. Each day I had something different and we were all encouraged to have either a hot meal or a sandwich with a salad, a piece of fruit and a drink (I chose water). The salads were very tasty indeed, especially for something so mass produced!

Thursday lunch at WDC2013

I’m glad I left my night time meals free though as, although not planned in advance, I did eat out for three of them. The fourth one I made a simple salad with a bag of mixed leaves and a tin of tuna with a couple of slices of the grainy bread that I’d brought with me for emergencies. I ate that early before I went out to the #OzDOC in person chat that was held at 7pm on the Tuesday night.

Back to the beginning, I arrived late on the Monday afternoon and had arranged to share an apartment with a dietitian friend of mine and a GP friend of hers (now also a friend of mine :) ) so the first night we found a bar that served delicious sounding salads to sit down and catch up. There are soooo many places to eat in Melbourne, it’s quite mind-blowing, but this one had been recommended to us and we enjoyed a healthy meal with a delicious glass of wine.

Tuesday was my first day at the Congress, and what a very busy day it was! Being so excited about everything I hadn’t slept well on the Monday night, so after a full-on morning I thought I should try to have a catch up nap which I did, but woke with the lowest hypo I’ve had in a while – 2.3mmol/L – that really wiped me out, so I decided to look after myself and have a restful evening. The Tuesday had been planned to spend with the #OzDOC crowd as mentioned, so I went to meet with everyone and headed home a little early.

The Wednesday night I was very fortunate to be invited out to dinner by my new GP friend in celebration of my dietitian friend’s birthday. She had lived in Melbourne previously and being Iranian, decided to take us to her favourite Persian restaurant in Melbourne. It was amazing!

I hadn’t eating Persian food before and the flavours were complex and delicious, as well as quite healthy with lots of salad and vegetables. I was fortunate to be coeliac that night as I wasn’t able to eat their pastry based desserts, but had a special treat of ice-cream made with pistachios and flavoured with rose water and saffron – very special!! I enjoyed every mouthful.

Sally & Emma eating Persian food Dec 2013

The restaurant was decorated traditionally and was very attractive, and we had a guitarist playing Persian music as we enjoyed our meal. It was a very late night which two days later I’m still feeling the effects of, but it was a wonderful surprise that I will remember forever.

Dessert at the Persian restaurant with Emma Dec2013

On my last night I was too tired to join my friends who went to a Russian restaurant with a Russian friend, so I enjoyed a light Vietnamese meal which was also a taste sensation with a dietitian colleague of mine from the Australian Diabetes Counsel (NSW branch of Diabetes Australia). I was tucked up in my bed by 9pm, which made me happy.

Vietnamese chicken salad

It’s also worth noting that there are fairly healthy options available at the bigger city airports. This store, Hudson’s at Melbourne airport had a number of tasty salads, but very pricey! This small brown rice (high-GI) salad was $9, so you’re better off if you can be organised to bring your own…

Airport salad

Of course I also attended lots of learning sessions, so I’ll share info from those later along the way.

I wanted to finish by sharing that I had brought with me my breakfast cereal, 4 juice boxes for night-time hypos, a loaf of my favourite low-GI bread, a tin of tuna and some muesli bars (just for emergencies). Most of it (other than the cereal and the tuna) has travelled home with me, but I’m glad I had it just in case. I was very happy to have no night-time hypos, as sleep was limited enough without those extra disruptions.

Sally is the Social Media Dietitian with Diabetes Counselling Online, owner of her private practice (Marchini Nutrition), and has had type 1 diabetes for close to 40 years and coeliac disease for many years too.

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prejudice, judgement & bias- who me? I’m a nice person! I know all about diabetes, right? Talkin’ WDD2013 blues

Today is World Diabetes Day, 2013. What is your wish for today? Mine is that through awareness and education, the prejudice, judgement and bias shown by media and ordinary people about those of us living daily with diabetes would come to an end. Or at least reduce. It’s also about the self education that those of us living with diabetes seek and need, to manage our diabetes well, and to deal with our own self blame.

So my wish is for Education.

I have personal experience of living with Type 1 diabetes, Type 2 diabetes and also gestational diabetes. My first darling daughter was diagnosed with Type 1 when I was 32 years old, a young mother. I was diagnosed with Type 2 at 52, and my beautiful second daughter with gestational when I was 61, and already a grandmother to 2 grandbabies from my Type 1 daughter. I have many relatives living with all types of diabetes. I have lived and breathed diabetes for 34 years. I frequently get angry or defensive when I see people with diabetes misrepresented or judged. 

Nobody chooses diabetes. 

Probably the biggest single judgement made is thinking ‘people cause diabetes by what they eat’. Yet many people eat indiscriminately themselves, not thinking, ‘should I eat that, it might give me diabetes’. They probably think, ‘I shouldn’t eat that, it might make me fat’, because that thought is about how we look in the mirror, not about our health.

My theory is, some of those people go on to develop diabetes, and then feel more ashamed and self blaming than they would if they understood how it all works. Sure, being overweight & not exercising & not eating a healthy diet are risk factors. But not everyone living like that will develop diabetes.

All children eat & drink sugar. All over the world. Yet only a small percentage of children develop type 1 diabetes. Those who do, need to eat sugar or glucose at times to balance their insulin intake, because it’s not a mathematical equation. People who think they know ‘all about’ diabetes, even some in the medical profession, will sometimes act as ‘experts’ and tell the Type 1 person, ‘you can’t eat that’.

Sugar does not cause diabetes. Sugar does not cause diabetes.

Read more about that here.

We are a food obsessed world. I cannot turn on my TV without coming across a cooking programme, every day. There are more restaurants & cafes in my hometown every day, including ‘pop ups’ ‘takeaways’ and ‘home deliveries’. Groceries can be ordered online and delivered to the home. We are in a time of Feasting in the Western world, alongside incredible famine in other places.

The big push for World Diabetes day this year has been about Prevention. This push is partly driven by the panic of governments world wide that the ‘epidemic’ of diabetes is threatening to be a huge financial drain on budgets.This has stirred up all kinds of guilt, anger, bias and prejudice, including within the Diabetes Community world wide.

There are some parents of children with diabetes wanting to revert to the old ‘Juvenile Diabetes’ name for Type 1 diabetes. It is true in this argument that there is as yet no way to Prevent Type 1 diabetes. However, this ignores the fact that adults are also diagnosed with Type 1, and that some people are now diagnosed with LADA,’late onset’, or type 1.5, or may have both types.

Type 2’s universally carry a heavy load of guilt, thinking ‘somehow I caused this to happen’. The implied judgement is, ‘You should have Prevented this’. It’s true that for some people with Pre diabetes, losing weight, watching their diet, & exercising will mean that they can prevent or delay their diabetes eventuating; or that for people with type 2, their diabetes will be controlled for a time (maybe a long time) without medication. It’s also true that they will probably progress through oral medication to insulin, if they live long enough. So ‘prevention’ is probably not the accurate word: it’s probably more accurate to talk about ‘delaying’; and only true about the onset of Type 2.

For all people with diabetes, the fear and risk of complications from poorly controlled diabetes is very real, and a daily battle. Prevention then can be used to mean Prevention of complications. This is the message of WDD2013 and the IDF that I would like to see people taking about, rather than the ‘prevention’ of diabetes itself. The Prevention (or delay) of Complications of diabetes.

This can be done by Educating people with diabetes, in a non judgemental way. Those of us with diabetes can be pro active in seeking self education, we are autonomous human beings, we can choose to find out what we need to know, and bring our Health care professionals, families, work colleagues and friends with us on the journey. People can be helped to manage their diabetes at an optimal level. That means, making and keeping appointments, monitoring & testing, eating, exercising & medicating. It also means looking after our Wellbeing.

These are the reasons why my wish is for ‘Education’ about diabetes; and that includes a wish that ‘Judgement’ & ‘self blame’ be removed. Who gets judged for having asthma? Motor Neurone Disease? Breast Cancer? Like many others, I have lost loved ones to all of these things. So why is diabetes different?

We are turning the World Blue for diabetes today, my wish is that this not be the ‘blues’ of Depression, up to 3 times more likely for pwd’s, but rather the blue of the blue blue skies, sunshine and optimism, the blue of Hope that insulin, oral medication, testing & monitoring, research, health care professionals, & above all Education, can bring to the whole world, one where diabetes is just one of many chronic conditions for which the sufferers are not blamed, and where everyone can be helped to live full, giving, and rich lives.

Helen Wilde

Helen is a long term Senior Counsellor with Diabetes Counselling Online, Teacher, mother of a type 1 diabetic for 34 years and a type 2 diabetic herself for 12 years.

You can get help from our team here: http://www.diabetescounselling.com.au/counselling-request/
You can also join our Chat, forums & chatline from the front page of the website.

A scratchy Jug Band rap from 1926 Talking Blues

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