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LDV 2014 email invitation.pdf - Adobe Reader

LDV 2014 email invitation.pdf - Adobe Reader

Hello.

You already know that www.diabetescounselling.com.au is an Australian Charity, providing free education, support, and counselling to people with diabetes and their families. This means that there are also Volunteers who spend time fund raising throughout the year.

In 2014 we are fortunate to be one of many charities generously supported by Channel 9 Telethon. In late October, we are one of only 6 charities being supported in running a Charity Luncheon, La Dolce Vita, in the beautiful Adelaide Hills.

La Dolce Vita

Celebrating our lives through good food, good company, good wine, in beautiful settings is one of the best aspects of life. This event is an outstanding one, with some of the best food, wine, and scenery that South Australia can offer. It is made extra special knowing that you are supporting 6 diverse charities directly through the opportunities to participate in auctions and raffles on the day, whilst enjoying a gentle ‘wind down’ as 2014 draws to a close.

“La Dolce Vita 2014
Proudly supported by Beyond Bank Australia
Sunday 26th October
It is our pleasure to invite you to La Dolce Vita which, again this year, is being held in the stunning setting of Longview Vineyard.

With fine Italian cuisine and specially selected wines from Longview Vineyard’s cellars being served, you will be treated to a range of mouth-watering taste sensations.
Inspired by the wonderful Italian lifestyle La Dolce Vita promises a lovely relaxing afternoon for you to enjoy with family and friends.

La Dolce Vita is being held:
At: Longview Vineyard, Macclesfield
On: Sunday 26 October 2014
From: 12.30pm to 5pm

(Entrees on the piazza followed by main course, dessert and an auction presented by Michael Pratt … his distinctive style … in the padiglione.)

This year La Dolce Vita is supporting Asthma SA, Blind Sporting Council, Diabetes Counselling Online, The Mary Potter Foundation, PARAQUAD SA, and 5RPH Vision Australia Radio.”

Tickets at $135 per person, or $1300 for a table of 10 are available next to the Diabetes Counselling Online table if you’d like to sit with us! Just email Helen Wilde at [email protected] to purchase tickets from us!

Tickets to La Dolce Vita are limited, but we do have a few remaining at our own table for sale.

Please read the info below from the Channel 9 Telethon office for other booking details. Contact me on [email protected] for more information.

Tickets at $135 per person or $1,300 per table of 10 can also be booked via the Telethon website or by contacting 8267 0206. Bus transport, which will leave vantage points close to the city, can be booked by contacting Channel 9 Telethon on 8267 0206.
Tickets are strictly limited to 270 guests.”

We look forward to sharing La Dolce Vita 2014 with you.

See you there!

Invitation to La Dolce Vita
Invitation to La Dolce Vita

Regards

Helen Wilde

Senior Counsellor

Helen has been a Counsellor with the service since 2003. She has been the parent of someone living with Type 1 diabetes since 1979, and has had 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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After the #party’s over: #guilt #regret #acceptance

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So, the Moveable Feast of Eostre, the goddess of spring fertility, is upon us once again. It’s Easter. We have a full moon, rabbits & chickens, chocolate & sweet fruit buns with a cross baked into the top. For some religions, there are other, more sombre & deeply significant symbols associated with this part of our annual calendar. For most of us, there are 4 days off work, at a time of year when the moon is full, when the day & the night are almost of equal length, with the equinox falling just under 4 weeks before Eostre in 2014, on March 20th. The weather is generally pretty ‘liveable’, whatever hemisphere of this bounteous Earth we are living in.

The stage is set for a time of rest & relaxation, of time with family & friends, of contemplation, & of feasting. In our Northern hemisphere heritage & tradition, even though we are now living in the Southern hemisphere, the annual cycle away from the darkness & deprivation of winter means it’s time to make special purchases of foods that we normally reserve for special occasions: weddings, parties, birthdays, anniversaries. Some observe religious abstinence of some food for part of this time; but all spend at least part of this time feasting.

For about 38 years, our Easter has involved spending time with our extended family. In the early days, these Easter gatherings were held at our house in a small inland country town. We actually sent out invitations, & at first our brothers & sisters & our own parents came, bringing children, the occasional great grandparent, & the occasional dog. We needed caravans & tents for everyone to be able to sleep under cover, & occasionally the bathroom & septic tank struggled to cope. Luckily we were only a short walk from the Public utilities. The cousins bonded for life.

Later, once we acquired our scruffy little fibro beach shack, all the growing cousins brought friends; girlfriends, boyfriends. Meals were mostly eaten outside, huddled away from the sea breezes in a cold year, or gloriously somnolent in sunshine in a warm year. That’s the thing about Easter: it’s a Moveable Feast, so the weather can be like the end of summer; or it can be like the beginning of winter; or even both. We still needed a caravan or a tent some years, but bunks, sofa beds, mattresses on the floor, two showers & an outdoor hose, & two toilets helped a great deal. The septic tank needed regular emptying.

I remember a lot of laughter from those years. For most of those 38 years we were at the beach shack, & our time was taken up with sandcastles, swimming, searching rock pools for little crabs, midnight Jetty fishing excursions, sailing, rowing in a kayak or canoe. Food was abundant of course, as were leftovers. We played cards with gum nuts for stakes, Coon can, Pontoon, snap.

Andrew's tender
Andrew’s tender

Nowadays our eldest daughter brings her family & we spend about 5 days at the shack. This year, because of the school holidays & other plans our family holiday ended on Good Friday. Traffic on the road to Adelaide was building up, & so they left before lunch today.

Our party this year included a full eclipse of the Moon, two red moons in a row, sunsets & dawns that were peacefully beautiful. Oh & the beginnings of a mouse plague. We swam in the sea, laughed, played games, built sandcastles & lego cities. We spotted our resident gecko, still skittering about inside the shack. We put down mouse bait, & threw out one little corpse. We enjoyed the fun of a 5 year old who wakes bursting with energy at 6.30 a.m. & wants to play baby pelicans (learning to fly & land) baby galahs, or baby seagulls. We enjoyed the seriousness of a tall 15 year old, who wants to share his thoughts & opinions about a myriad of topics. Both children are bursting with the joy of life.

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Sure, we did enjoy some great, simple, homecooked meals. We didn’t buy takeaway. We didn’t eat chocolate. We didn’t have any chocolate with us. There are 3 people with diabetes in our party, & we aren’t that fussed about chocolate anymore. After the party’s over, what happens? There are the mechanics to be gone through: cleaning up, working out what to do with leftovers, perhaps extra sheets & towels to wash, if you’ve had house guests as we’ve had. But there is no time to waste on regret, guilt, or ‘shouldn’t haves’. The motto of ‘Acceptance‘, ‘going with the flow’, is the mantra that my daughter repeated many times over the past 5 days. ‘Don’t sweat the small stuff’ in life, whether it’s about food, children’s behaviour, TV programmes, the timing of how a day runs on holiday. It’s OK to change your mind, & also to accept that in many cases whatever decision you make is just fine. Managing diabetes is organised, stressful. Reducing stress can be as simple as letting go of the ‘need’ to be the one who manages, who seeks to ensure that everything is covered. It’s actually OK for things on holiday to not be tightly planned & organised.

Technically,our party is over for this year. Last night I was woken from sleep at 1 a.m. by the sound of young girls laughing out the front. Now I hear the sound of other people’s holiday long weekend just starting. People have arrived, having made a long drive from somewhere. My elderly neighbour on one side is from the Adelaide Hills, & he is having a Prawn feast with his extended family, including a new great grandchild. His elderly red dog is resting outside in the shade. On the other side, the young family of the second son is cooking up a Sausage sizzle. Their dog is a middleaged lab, all protective when he needs to be, & all tail waggingly friendly when he doesn’t. Everywhere I hear children playing, birds calling, wind, the sound of the sea on the shore. Out the front, two little boys aged about 9 are walking past, wearing shorts & fleecy jackets.

We have decided to stay on a little. I have been very unwell, & am still moving more slowly than usual.There is a lot to do. We have no need to rush back to the city, where our daily lives are. And it’s still so beautiful here. Our original plan was to head back today, but slowly our plan evolved into a different one. Acceptance includes being flexible, open to what life brings.

happiness comes from letting go of guilt
happiness comes from letting go of guilt

carpe diem

Helen

Helen Wilde is a Senior Counsellor with Diabetes Counselling Online. She has been the parent of a person with diabetes since 1979, and has lived with Type 2 diabetes herself since 2001.

 

 

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#Moments of #wonderful

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Yesterday my littlest sister flew from Melbourne to Adelaide to visit our mother, who is 91 & living with dementia in a Nursing Home. We were fortunate to be able to catch up for lunch, together with two of our other sisters, a gorgeous niece & a precious 3 yr old great niece. We actually took some photos which I will post on our Dine In for Diabetes page, when I get the time! There were 3 pwd’s at the table. LOL.That was an explosion of wonderful!

My morning had already held some good moments. I learned a long time ago that there is wonderful in the minutiae, the small details of life; a rose, a bright morning, a child putting his hand in mine spontaneously. Yesterday morning was very special. Before meeting my sisters etc for lunch, I was able to represent Diabetes Counselling Online as a Volunteer at a meeting with Channel 9 Telethon.

There were about 50 of us visiting Channel 9, representing 21 Charities. First we had a tour of the News studio, where we were treated to an “insiders’ view’ behind the scenes of how the News & Weather are put together . Then we were informed in a very professional way of all the exciting opportunities in the year ahead for Volunteering & raising funds for our own Charities. It helped that I was able to park my car in leafy North Adelaide, a large leafy square away from the studios, so that I walked across wet spongy grass, amongst roses in bright Autumn sunshine to my meeting.

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a rose- a metaphor for life?

I picked one of those roses, such a metaphor for life, the thorny stem, the explosion of soft scented colour at the apex. I added it to the brown paper bag that held my sister’s birthday gifts.

At lunch, one of my sisters gave us all a wonderful experience. Before Christmas, which was the first one for years where we had not held a large family gathering, we had each handed over gifts to be passed on to the children in the family. Three of those gifts had lodged at Vivienne’s home since then. They were Ruby’s gifts. Each had been bought with love. And Ruby was at lunch! So we 3 great Aunts got to give Ruby her gifts personally. Each gift was opened & appreciated with great solemnity, awe, & happiness. Her little face beamed with the unexpected delight of it all. For the rest of the day, the hearts of us old great Aunts, Ruby’s Grandma, & Ruby’s Mum were warmed by her childish sense of wonder & joy.

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from me to you

We said our goodbyes & headed off to our afternoons, work, driving home, & my littlest sister to the Nursing Home. We all knew there would be difficulty & sadness involved in her visit, & wished her well & thanked her.

In the early evening, I sent my littlest sister an SMS. I hoped she had a good flight, & that her visit had not been too hard. She responded: ‘There were moments of wonderful”. I knew exactly what she meant.

Two days before I had experienced some ‘moments of wonderful’ with Mum. I had rung before visiting, & Mum had spoken on the phone. She said she was fine, but was very annoyed about the weather, which was seasonably cool (it is autumn, after all). I said, yes, it is cool today, it might rain, & she replied, “I know, & I was going to play Tennis.” Mum uses a wheelchair &/or a wheelie walker to get around, her tennis days are at least 60 years behind her. But I loved her feisty response to the weather. I always dread speaking to Mum on the phone, she says, “I can’t hear you. I’m putting the phone down.” Which she does. Literally. Without hanging up. This phone call made me laugh out loud, although of course I sympathised about missing out on the Tennis, & said I’d be there to visit in half an hour.

My sister would have had some ‘moments of wonderful’ yesterday where Mum was affectionate & loving, where she appreciated that Kathryn was wheeling her about, trying to make her happy, & where she appreciated the long exhausting trip Kathryn was putting in just to visit Mum. There would also have been lots of difficult minutes & half hours, as Mum’s dementia means she can’t remember new things. Like being visited by her loving daughters. Or the conversation a moment ago where all her fears & concerns were explained & put to rest. That is a great sadness. So the metaphor of the rose fits a visit to Mum very well.

On two mornings this week I have had some tiny visitors to my garden, bringing me some tiny ‘moments of wonderful’. Little native birds, White Eyes, hanging upside down in the wild fennel I grow just for them. Apparently flowers & seeds are equally tasty. I can watch them through my bedroom window, lying in bed in the morning light.

Living with diabetes is never easy. We cannot forget about it, or ignore it: if we do so it is at our peril. The stress is very great. We have to be responsible, sensible, pro active. We can get so caught up in our problems, complexities, responsibilities that we forget to notice the ‘moments of wonderful’ that happen almost every day. It’s easy to focus on pain, on difficulty, on practicality; on guilt, on wanting; on dissatisfaction, anger, or resentment. The negatives clamour for our attention. By noticing the small ‘moments of wonderful’, we become intrinsically peaceful, more accepting, philosophical. We become Mindful, we remember to live in the moment. Those difficult things become easier to bear, to manage, to work through, to let go; or to change.

Helen Wilde

Helen is a Senior Counsellor with Diabetes Counselling Online, Teacher, and parent to someone living with Type 1 diabetes since 1979. She has been living with Type 2 diabetes herself since 2001.

 

 

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#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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