Carb Counting Queen: am I really good at Maths, or is it an illusion?

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I’m always so profoundly moved by what people are so prepared to share with me. Recently I received the following lovely piece of writing from one of the Parents in our ‘Parents of Kids with Diabetes’ group on Facebook. Check out the link if you are the parent, carer or grandparent of someone with diabetes.

Thanks to Maureen Campey for sharing of your thoughts. Fabulous writing Maureen. Yes, the tears come, even if in secret. There are the times we ALL feel like the ‘carb counting Queen’, whether we have a child with diabetes, or have diabetes ourselves! As you say, it helps to be able to see the funny side. I think it also celebrates our confidence in our skills & knowledge, a confidence that we need to stay sane.

Carb Counting?
Carb Counting?

“Sometimes I feel sad, but there are times when you just have to laugh at the craziness of life as a mum of a Type 1 child. We were at a friend’s bbq recently and when I came home, I started to write this. Do you feel like this too? I’m happy to share this and just give you a laugh. x

The Carb Counting Queen

I am the carb counting queen. No carb is too complex for my capabilities. This title, it has to be said, was totally uncontested. There was no bloody revolution. There is no pretender to the throne.

A Saturday afternoon bbq? Sure, we’d love to come! Watch me as I glide, seemingly effortlessly, towards the buffet. Greeting friends on either side, they are totally unaware of my inner calculations. Think synchronised swimmer – all smiles above the water, craze of activity below. If karma exists, my maths teacher would be rolling about laughing.

Think synchronised swimming
Think synchronised swimming

Ok, here we go! Salad, all good: nice and plain. A top ‘filler upper’! Protein, yip: lots of chicken, and sausages. Fine, but wait! Was the chicken marinated? Best stick to sausages! Which carbs though? At least a modicum of healthiness! Bingo! Corn on the cob! One exchange down!

I bet there’s a loaf of bread somewhere, hopefully wholegrain! Always a ‘failsafe’ but so, so boring. Can I check out the pantry without seeming like a crazy lady? Ah look! Potato bake! Now, how did I calculate carbs in that one I made at home? Get the Mobile ‘phone out and have a look. There might be one on the ‘Carb Counter App’ or my faithful knave the ‘Traffic Light Guide’.

Is there a dessert I wonder? Fruit? Maybe iceblocks for the kids? Which brand? Would it be rude to ask? Please let it be at least font size ten on the packaging! So unseemly scrambling about for those newly prescribed glasses.

All that in a ten metre walk! Pass me a glass of bubbly! Now for the rest of the family!”

Maureen Campey

Pass the bubbly
Pass the bubbly

If you have some thoughts you’d like to share about living with diabetes, we’d love to hear from you. Send your writing to: [email protected] OR just write your thoughts after this post in the Comments.

Regards

Helen Wilde

Helen is a Senior Counsellor with www.diabetescounselling.com.au She has been the mother of someone with Type 1 diabetes since 1979, and has lived with Type 2 diabetes herself since 2001.

 

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While we’re busy making other plans..

A diagnosis of diabetes brings the ‘C’ word into everyday life: Control. We get bombarded with information, instructions, advice. We’re told to ‘test’, given pieces of paper to go to a clinic or hospital for a variety of even more ‘tests’. We’re monitored, measured, & judged. For some people, this becomes more important than anything else. They become hyper vigilant, testing, checking, measuring, exercising, dieting. Almost everyone diagnosed with diabetes begins their journey like this; driven by fear, anxiety, guilt, the notion of ‘control’ becomes all consuming. For some, this is relatively short lived, and things become all too hard. Those who ‘drop the ball’ early give up, bury their head in the sand, ignore advice, feel hopeless, helpless. Their diabetes remains ‘uncontrolled’. For others, the steady mantra of ‘control’ rules their lives. No matter what they achieve, no matter how ‘good’ their diabetic ‘control’ is, they strive to be ‘better’, to be ‘perfect’. To all intents and purposes, and according to most measures, their diabetes is ‘controlled’. Yet they still feel unsuccessful.

How do we find balance?

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Ive been thinking a lot about this lately. Those who have a child diagnosed with diabetes come to this with a rather different perspective. For us, the worry, anxiety, need to achieve control are driven by the primal urge to protect our child. It can be harder for us to let go of the notion of ‘control’ than for the child themselves. After all, our main role in life is to care for our child, to make life the easiest, the best, it can be. We will access the best technology and resources available to us, whether thats a new insulin, a new way of measuring, a new test, an app, a new alarm or monitor, a hypo dog. It can be hard to relinquish that ‘control’ to our child. At what age do we ‘allow’ them to make their own decisions about management? For many of us, the decision is taken out of our hands. Our child will refuse to allow us to administer insulin, conduct tests, record results. They may lie to us, and we have the moral dilemma of respecting their autonomy, their right to privacy, and reconciling that with our parental role to manage their health. In some families, difficult topics are discussed. In others, they are not spoken of, they are ignored. Either way, the hard subjects, sex, death, religion, war, family secrets, unfairness, prejudice, injustice, and overnight hypos, all exist. Our children will learn about them. We do have the right to choose whether or not to speak of them.

We tend to judge ourselves very harshly around these changes in our ‘control’. Yet in the end, the vast majority of children with diabetes grow up to manage their diabetes well, to live good, productive lives, to participate fully in other aspects of life, work, socially, and also often with a strong social conscience, a sense of advocacy and participation in supporting others with diabetes. Through struggle & difficulty many are very compassionate human beings, people to be proud of. In managing our own diabetes, although some Health Care professionals may seem, or indeed be, somewhat judgemental, in the end we are all doing the best we can at the time. There may be ‘scope for improvement’, but judging and blaming have no part in our Mental Health, nor in our Physical Health. We need to find our motivation in self love and in our sense of our own worth. We deserve kindness, and the best we can do.

I think one of the key notions that helps to make this journey survivable is to accept that it is just that- a journey. We travel our road in life, and sure, for everyone, some more than others, there are rough patches, difficulties. The destination is known, we don’t know when, but we do know that ‘all things must pass’. Looking around us while were on that journey is what makes the difference. Taking that holiday in Japan, even though we can’t get an Insurance company to fully insure our insulin pump; walking to the shops in the sunshine, or the rain; playing with our child because it’s fun, not because the exercise will be good for his blood glucose control; taking time out from achieving, controlling, managing, to just simply be. This week I went back to my Yoga class. It’s been 5 years since I saw my teacher, Balbir. In that 5 years she has grown old, but she still has the mesmerising power to transport me during relaxation time to a place of calm and serenity; and the ability to lead me through physical practice which stretches and awakens my body to Life. Taking time to focus on the breath, on Balance, Serenity, and the practice of Mindfulness. Most of all, on Resilience. Building resilience in ourselves, and importantly in our children, helps us and them to live life fully: to achieve a level of mental health that will see our journey through life as a balanced one, a life to feel gratitude for, not a life of self doubt. Yesterday I saw an almond tree in full blossom. It was growing alongside a busy highway. Clearly it had stood there for decades before the road came along, before the construction that rose around it. Yet there it was, in full blossom, old, huge, bursting with optimism and life.

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Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans- remember to Notice your Life.

Its a Long Way to go, A Hard Row to Hoe

Helen Wilde

Helen has been the parent of someone with Type 1 diabetes since 1979. She has lived with the diagnosis of Type 2 diabetes herself since 2001. She is a Senior Counsellor with Diabetes Counselling Online. If you are struggling with Control or any aspect of your diabetes you may like to contact our team at

  http://www.diabetescounselling.com.au/counselling-request/

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A poem from a diabetes Mum: I lost a layer of skin

One of our members has written this beautiful and moving poem about her child with diabetes – she has agreed to share it. We are sure many of you will identify.
thank you Maureen
xx

I lost a layer of skin
I lost a layer of skin as we entered the hospital on the day of the diagnosis.

I didn’t feel it fall off.
It certainly didn’t hurt.
It gently slipped off with less than a whisper, unnoticed, like a soft, satin scarf.
I wish I had noticed it leaving.

I imagine it floating gently over the roofs of nearby houses,
carrying with it the half formed dreams I alone held for my child,
leaving behind only rawness.

Over days, weeks and months a strange new layer has grown in its place.
It’s a bizarre contradiction – tough yet sensitive.

Watching the drops of intense ruby blood makes it want to shred itself
Glimpsing needles pierce the stomach where raspberries were once blown makes it ache.
seeing the sombre eyes of a child learning to cope leaves a hollowness.
Dragging a weary body through night times of wakefulness leaves it feeling prickly.

It’s certainly more careworn than the layer it replaces
but it’s strong and it needs to be.
It bears the brave scars of battles: some internal and silent, some of epic proportions.
Hiding the multitude of maternal fears which largely remain unshared has hardened the carapace.

It has to be tough for the times when it’s all too much for a child who just wants the old normal.
The old normal isn’t coming back.

I like to imagine
that I’ll find that layer of skin again some day and fashion a purpose for it in this new existence,
for there is hope.

 

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Life..’More than #diabetes’ Ups & Downs

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How much does diabetes dominate your life? It is a health condition which, because it is related to food and exercise, can seem like the most difficult health condition you could possibly have, doesn’t it? And because the symptoms are not always obvious or noticeable, it can seem that if you ignore it, it will just go away, or not be true.That you will ‘get away with it’, if you ignore it, or make a ‘token effort’. Even people with type 1 diabetes can at times feel that they can ‘stretch’ the ‘rules’, not take their insulin, or use insulin to allow themselves to ‘indulge’ in ‘favourite’ foods; or ‘allow’ themselves to ‘run high’ to avoid hypos. The insulin pump combined with the modern blood glucose meters, cgm’s, allows such fine control, approximates more closely than anything else the action of the pancreas in releasing insulin; yet in its very existence such biotechnology is a constant reminder of life with diabetes.

As the parent of a child diagnosed with type 1 diabetes, there were times when it seemed there would never be anything else that mattered in life, other than diabetes. When my daughter grew up & left our home in a tiny rural town to go to the City to study at University, things in some ways got easier; but in other ways, things got harder. I was a young Mum, and I was only 32 years old when my beautiful healthy girl was diagnosed. I was 37 when she left home. It was hard knowing she was 250 km away, and relying on others, who were not me, as her ‘backup’ person. Every night that we slept under the same roof, I got up to sit with her through her hypos. The click of a light switch, or the click of the toaster, would wake me. This continued through her teen years; her pregnancies; her own years mothering babies; travelling with her for Diabetes related professional reasons as colleague, & as her ‘back up person’ for her diabetes management, on trips overseas & interstate ; and on family holidays. Even now, if we are sleeping under the same roof, if I’m sleeping within hearing distance, something wakes me, and I can’t lie in bed knowing she’s out of bed & feeling bad.

I do have other things in my life: work, sport, friends, family: causes to do with the environment and the earth. I have grown tree seedlings for Trees for Life, collected for the Heart foundation, travelled. I’ve volunteered at Film Festivals, Arts Festivals, tutored at the U3A. But beating away like another heartbeat is my daughter’s diabetes. I work and volunteer in Diabetes. I practice Mindfulness. Being her parent will always be a part of who I am. Of course, it is much, much more intense for her. Every minute of every day and night, no respite. I do get to take breaks, she doesn’t.

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My life changed 15 years ago. My husband retired, and I got a job in the city, so we moved house. Over the past 15 years, my life has expanded to include assisting my mother in dealing with changes that came about in her life, first with my father’s diagnosis of dementia. In the beginning, I was working in a highly responsible & challenging job. My help was as practical as I could manage, also fitting in supporting both my daughters with pregnancies & babies, toddlers & growing children. With my father’s death, assisting Mum meant helping her manage her own health & living arrangements, & eventually her own dementia.

That time also came to include my own diagnosis of diabetes. Because of my daughter’s diabetes, I came to the diagnosis with a shorter period of ‘denial’ than some experience; and with very little anger. I do feel some negative emotions, of course; but I know that it’s possible to live a good life with diabetes. My fear of diabetes related complications is much less than my fear of dementia.

I hadn’t meant to write about difficult experiences in my life, but yes: they are also part of life, and many of them have nothing to do with diabetes. The past 15 years have included weddings, births, joys: wonderful family Christmases, when Mum played ‘Mother Christmas’ to our large family: visits from overseas relatives, contact through Social media with relatives, friends, strangers. Yes food is pleasure, but there are other pleasures. Exercise is pleasure. Doing things for others is pleasure. Growing things, writing, taking photos, playing with children, doing good work, talking with friends from all over the world, these are all pleasurable.

Life is Good. Life is a river, it flows. Life is truly a journey, with opportunities for rich experiences that include the difficult ones, and the easy ones: spontaneous ones and planned ones. Seize the moment, take opportunities when they arise. Life is more than diabetes: it includes things that are harder, and worse: and things that are easier, & better..Life is for the Living.

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Helen Wilde

carpe diem

Helen is a Senior Counsellor with Diabetes Counselling Online. She is also the parent of someone diagnosed with diabetes in 1979. She has lived with type 2 diabetes herself since 2002.

 

 

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How #diabetes changed me for the better, Georgia’s blog

So, I totally forgot on Friday until Mum reminded me that it had been 6 years since I got diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes. I can’t believe it has been that long already. It has been a big journey, with some ups and downs but many positives.

I did a standard Facebook status honouring my D Day which read:

“Six years ago today I got diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes, I can still remember the exact emotions running through my mind on that night.”

I just want to thank everyone who has been there for me, they know who they are. Those who have come on ‘Walk to Cure’s’, donated, helped raise awareness, those who have asked questions and wanted to get a better understanding of it all and those who have been through it and can relate.

Mostly I want to thank my parents who have made everything easier; I honestly don’t know what I would do without them or where I would be. They have been my angels who have helped me believe I could do anything and that nothing (especially this) could stop me from living out my dreams. I have travelled to destinations I have dreamed of, been on a Safari tour and went White Water Rafting in South Africa. So as my favourite role model Audrey Hepburn says, “Nothing is impossible, the word itself says ‘I’m possible’!”

I’m not one to post the details of my private life often, but at that moment, I was proud.

Proud of how I have accepted this change, proud of how I have dealt with everything and proud of the person I am today. And although there are times I wish I never had this, I know I wouldn’t be the type of person I am today – someone I am proud of.

I’m the type of person who when told ‘you can’t’ it makes me want to do whatever that is even more. My mum was worried sick when Dad and I went to South Africa and if you read my blog posts from that trip she had very good reason to be. She knew I was in safe hands, but having diabetes does require control and preparation.

My dad is a builder and he is currently renovating our river property. I was admiring all the work that has gone into it, it’s been thought out and executed with precision and I was amazed. My dad said ‘with building you always need to be a step ahead’. I guess it is the same with Diabetes. Like our trip to Africa required a lot of background planning, checking up on places because I am Gluten Free too, and packing enough supplies to make sure our backup had backup for those ‘just in case’ emergencies.

Diabetes is a daily job. Before I start my day I check my blood sugar levels which determines the sort of ‘diabetes’ day I am going to have. It determines what I can have for breakfast and so on. It’s all about planning ahead, and I am proud of every person out there living with diabetes, because it isn’t always easy, but you make it work and have to live your life how you want to. Just like building a house you design it to your needs.

Diabetes has for sure changed me, the way I view the world and what I want out of life. I was highly ambitions before, I guess I always have been but now I have the confidence to go with it. I’ve learnt nothing is certain and you have to go for what you want, because before you know it the moment passes and you’re left drawing up another blueprint.

Although I have been on many planes, and many trips, this weekend I am going to Melbourne for the first time with a friend, without my parents. Although I organised all the airfares in Africa this is different. This is a big independent step for me and I am really excited. Of course, I am going with a great friend who has been one that has always been there for me, so I have no worries at all.

I will be sure to let you know how the trip went, hopefully no dramas, just some funny memories.

Until next time,

The daughter of a builder – Georgia

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