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DSMA Blog Carnival Post for April

Love is taking the from your high diabetic wife.  (just kidding)

Love is taking the cake from your high diabetic wife. (just kidding)


Q: How did the relationships with other people inspire you to take care of yourself?

A: I remember when my now husband and I started dating, I suddenly felt very much pushed to manage my diabetes better.  There were concrete reasons.  High blood sugar causes me to have major dry mouth-something I wanted to avoid on dates.  We went out on a lot of active dates like hiking or playing soccer or roller blading and I did not want my blood sugars to make impressing my husband the more difficult (hehe).  I am after all, one of those girls who insist women are as athletic as men and therefore I needed my blood sugars to cooperate and not slow me down.

My diabetes management improved as soon as I discovered that I loved Alex.  I felt lost before, not sure of what my motivation in life even was.  I’m not saying a person should be one’s ultimate motivation but I guess it was a start for me considering I didn’t know what to do with my life, yet.  Once I realized something I wanted, I could buckle down and get my diabetes management together.  I made a clear path between me and him and pushed my diabetes out of my way by controlling it the best I could.

In high school when my blood sugars were out of control I remember feeling no reason to do better.  Yeah, my family wanted me healthy, sure I wanted good grades, and of course I wanted to play on the soccer team-apparently it wasn’t enough.  I didn’t sense a clear path between me and anything.  My family would love me and be there for me no matter what, I could just get by on mediocre grades, and I wasn’t going to play soccer much longer anyway.  I didn’t see my future, I didn’t imagine anything great or appealing.  I thought, “what’s the point?” 

When I became pregnant with my twins, it all became very clear.  I had no problem denying myself certain foods or testing frequently because my motivation was on target.  I wanted healthy children and that was that.

Besides wanting to always be there for my kids,  I consider a marriage a never ending work in progress so I still get motivated to be healthy for my relationship with my husband. 

I always considered my parents kind of invincible.  I always felt like they take care of me and not the other way around.  Recently, my two living grandparents have needed their children to step in and take care of them for the first time and knowing this has awakened in me the realization that I must also take care of myself so that I can be there for my parents when they need me.  Suddenly I see what my path must be and can work towards it with enough focus and energy.

The relationships in my life have helped fuel my motivation to take care of myself and I’m so thankful for them. 

Now I’m enjoying the extra oomph of support coming from the great big diabetes online community.  Being a part of this community is like getting constantly reminded that my health matters, that I matter.  Support is one of the most precious things in life.  So thanks :)

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Because of Diabetes

Courtesy of Prozac1

Courtesy of Prozac1


Because of diabetes…

I am hyper sensitive towards those with chronic diseases.

Because of diabetes…

I try extra hard to look healthy and be healthy in order to help combat the assumption that a diabetic is unhealthy or unhealthy looking.

Because of diabetes…

I am a little less confident in myself than I’d like to be some days.

Because of diabetes…

I am proudly confident in my ability to handle syringes and other medical equipment even in the dark if need be.

Because of diabetes…

I didn’t enjoy my Cancun honeymoon nearly as much as I should have.  I was constantly lifting my meter and safety supplies up over my head and the water to get into a boat or something.  And I had a lot of swimming induced lows.  You know what?  I think I’ll spin this topic off into an entire post.

Because of diabetes…

I have fully enjoyed a lot of small things in life such as Saturday mornings (yay, I awoke!), walking around barefoot (yay, my feet are healthy!), and seeing my children’s faces (yay, I can see!).

Because of diabetes…

I am more humble.  There is nothing more humbling than needing help from someone when blood sugar is low and your body isn’t able to move.

Because of diabetes…

I never get too comfortable.  It keeps me on my toes.  It keeps me paying attention to my toes.

Because of diabetes…

I am constantly reminded that my husband is truly committed because time and time again my diabetes tests him and he passes with flying colors.

Because of diabetes…

I recognize how valuable community and sharing is. 

Because of diabetes…

I have been forced to understand the importance of a healthy attitude in life and how without it I am not well.

Because of diabetes…

I know what it’s like to almost die.  And as bad as that feeling is, I wish some people would understand what it’s like.  Maybe then they wouldn’t act like nothing wrong could happen to them.  Maybe then they’d respect their bodies/they’re life just a little bit more.

The Most Awesome Thing I’ve Done Despite Diabetes


This is a DSMA prompted question and a submission for the DSMA Blog Carnival. 

The most awesome thing I’ve done despite diabetes is start a family. 

Diabetes had kicked all the self esteem out of me to the point that when my now husband, wanted to go out with me in high school, all my self loathing led to a solid, “No”.  I worked hard to get past those issues and with patience and love from family and friends, I was eventually able to come to a more respectful place with myself and feel worthy of the man I loved.  Years later he was still thinking of me as more than a friend and shortly after, we married.

"OMG your stuck with me!"
“OMG your stuck with me!”


Then he and I were thinking about children but I wasn’t so sure it was in the cards for me.  In the short amount of time prior to having them, I had recurring kidney stones, ruptured ovarian cysts, and was told I may never conceive due to PCOS.  Then one month after getting married, I conceived twins!  Carrying two normal sized babies while having two vertebrae out of place was much harder than I imagined.  Carrying them while adjusting type 1 diabetes throughout all kinds of wild hormone changes and insulin need fluctuations was…well It’s one of those things; I don’t know how I did it but I’ve found we’re all pretty good at mustering all the strength in the world for our families.

"Hey, I know you!" "Yeah, I'm your little bro, thanks for not kicking me anymore"
“Heyyy, I know you!” “




"Everyone says you're a little guy but mommy carried you, she knows different!"
“Everyone says you’re a little guy but mommy carried you, she knows different!”


You Can’t Know Without Experiencing


As much as we would like others to really understand how we feel as diabetics, we must remember they can’t possibly understand what it’s like.  At least I don’t think so.

I used to imagine what it was like to lose a loved one in order to try to relate to friends and relatives who had lost loved ones.  I imagined it being really difficult and painful.  But no.  When I finally lost someone I knew well and cared for, I realized the experience was nothing compared to imagining it.  I had imagined it being like a sorrowful pain creeping inside, making me cry for a while and then leaving me quiet for a few days and then voila, I’d be healed.  In reality it was more like a being hit by a train that exploded and lit flames in my head that wouldn’t be put out with any number of tears for a very, very long time.  And I didn’t even lose a spouse, a parent, or a child. 

Years ago I was 100% positive I knew what it felt like to be a parent.  I was 15 and present in the delivery room when my youngest brother was born.  I was the first person he saw when he opened his eyes.  I was his babysitter when my mom had to run an errand.  Before he was born I didn’t know I wanted children.  Our age difference helped me grow up feeling like I had an idea of what it was like to be a parent.  Wrong, again.  I had twins a year and a half ago and have realized there are things you experience and feel which can only come with being a parent.  Which can only come with being left behind by a loved one.  Which can only come from being a diabetic.

We can’t get others to ever really know what we go through.  We can spend a lot of time and energy on it.  I’ve done this before and in the end, only received disappointment.

Let’s not ask the impossible of each other.  Instead, let’s listen and let’s face the person who is talking to us and look them in the eyes.  They’ll appreciate it so much they may do it back.  And getting that kind of attention back is the next best thing to them really knowing.  Besides, if one must experience to know, do we really want everyone to know?  I don’t. 

I think pinpointing what we want is important.  Only then can we ask for it and also do it as an example.

I get the sense that all most of us want is patience, forgiveness, and unconditional love.  What about you?  What do you want?

Diabetes, Little Angels, and Helpful People

Henri and Aurora
Henri and Aurora


Months ago, I wrote a post titled, “Diabetes, Tantrums, and Useless People”.  If you didn’t read it, it had to do with a trip to Target that my husband and I made with our one year old twins.  Such a small outing scared us silly and we decided to just visit parks for a while-at least until the kids settled down.  It seems they had reached the tantrum stage. 

Well, this winter our kids haven’t gone out much (maybe once a week) so I don’t know if nature took it’s course or if prolonged periods of time at home instilled patience in them.  But, they’re different.

Last night, my son Henri, who literally tries to escape out the front door every time it’s opened, seemed especially agitated to be stuck at home.  So since Alex got home a little early from work we decided to take the kids out.

We went to Barnes and Noble, the big book seller place.  The kids held our hands and looked around.  Then we went to the area where they have toys from Christmas set up and the kids gently pushed buttons and looked at all the different stuff there. 

Once or twice Henri took off running but, instead of crying he laughed-so that was nice.  We’ve been playing tag at home so it only figures.  Aurora is sneaky.  She would look at us with a sly smile, slowly turn a corner, and then march determinedly towards wherever she wanted to go.  No one dropped to their knees and screamed when we redirected them.  What a relief!

Then they played in the children’s area where there was a small stage and stuffed animals set out.  Aurora clung to a doll with the craziest hair and outfit I’ve ever seen.  I was amused at how she wanted nothing to do with the cute stuffed animals-just that crazy doll, which she hugged and danced with.  Henri was up and down the step of the stage, finding it fun to jump off and see if he could stay on his feet instead of land on his nose, which he did once and just found funny.

We left there with willing babies because we told them we were going to eat.  And they like to eat.  We don’t go to restaurants because it’s expensive and because we keep Aurora away from any egg or peanut due to her allergies.  We went to the Fresh Market, which is a small grocery store and so dinner was yogurt, berries, and a cookie.  I know, I know, too much sugar, but this was their once a week dessert treat. 

We ate in the car, in the parking lot, with the kids in the front seat on our laps.  Everything was fine and dandy until my husband tried to turn on the vehicle.  It wouldn’t.  We didn’t realized our son had turned on all the lights.  So our battery was dead.  The people to the left and right of us had just gone in to do their groceries and we’d have to wait it out.  After 10 minutes or so a man came out and “yesss!” went to his truck parked next to us.  My husband asked him if he could help us out and the man happily agreed. 

Another man happened to walk by and said he was a mechanic and he helped set up the cables and stayed for a few minutes to ensure we’d be ok.  I thought that was good Samaritan of him.

I watched my husband and the man with the truck and noticed the man said, “where are you from?”  My husband said, “Mexico”.  The man said, “me too!”.  They spoke in Spanish while the vehicle charged up which left me thinking, gee what a small world.  I’ve never even seen anyone who looks Hispanic at the Fresh Market before…then again it’s hard to spot us sometimes.

When my husband got back in the car he said what the man’s first name was.  Then I said, “wait… is his last name Rodriguez?”  “Yeah, that’s it!” 

“Oh, I thought he looked familiar!  I’ve met him, he works where I used to work!  Now we can send him a thank you card!”

On the way home we passed two cars in a parking lot, one with jumper cables attached to the other.

We went home feeling reassured of our faith in humanity and of our two little angels.  Oh, and my blood sugar was 95 when we got home.  It doesn’t get any better than that.

The Lonely DOC


I truly admire the fact that the DOC or Diabetes Online Community provides so many people with this feeling that their not alone- such a valuable thing.  There are people in the DOC however, who feel alone.  Lots of them.  Any community out there can have elements like that of a High School where the kids that have bonded hang out, support each other publicly, have a large voice, and own the right gadgets.  They don’t necessarily pay much attention to those who are more quiet or perhaps have been in the background for a while or are simply different and linger just outside the realm of the community. 

Well, I’m typically fine with feeling alone, although I’ve been catching a lot of comments in the DOC environment lately and I’ve noticed that many are lonely and not liking it.  I’m very different from most people I know so that probably has most to do with how I feel.  Yet, feeling isolated isn’t fun for anyone.  This is the sentiment many others are expressing out there.  Part of me wants to find a way to turn some focus to helping those who maybe don’t have computers/internet connections at home, who don’t think they write well (probably the math wizards), or those who don’t have the confidence to post their thoughts, feelings, and opinions online-yet who desperately seek support of some kind. 

I don’t quite know a way of doing this yet.  This site now gets thousands of visits a week and very few comments and that is fine with me.  I just hope people are getting something out of what I’m writing.  I always knew I was an “advocate” because I’m not able to shut up when I have a strong opinion in mind.  And my thoughts tend to linger on the subject of people and their rights and their wellbeing so I hope that makes me somewhat helpful in the DOC.

With this post, I hope to encourage those of you who do have the platform and confidence and writing skills to be open to figuring out ways to support the underdog or the forgotten one, or those who seem to be hiding a bit.  I understand there is this thing about “survival of the fittest” and whoever wants to join in online is allowed to do so.  Thing is, many people have certain limitations (shyness perhaps?) and diabetes can often weaken some of the fittest out there anyway.

And those of you who feel alone or ignored and who feel like you aren’t welcome by the DOC, I hope you’ll find a way to jump in or take part or even heck, start your own support group.  In time, you’ll feel more comfortable and included.

And if anyone ever wants to email me, I keep things confidential unless permitted otherwise and I won’t ignore your emails, I promise.  It’s happened to me plenty and it’s not a good feeling when so much great support is spoken of.

And if you are someone who needs a little push, a little help to start your own diabetes blog, stay tuned for my free How to Start A Diabetes Blog Series.  It may be all you need to go ahead and let your voice be heard.

Much love to all the DOC and those just outside…



The Power of Thoughts, Part 2


A true friend never gets in your way unless you happen to be going down

~Arnold Glasow


A great way to get your mind on a positive track (hard to do when diabetes is constantly derailing you) is to decide to knock toxic people out of your life (when possible, anyway).  It’s not easy, mind you, but it’s effective to the point that it’s life changing.

I don’t think it’s an understatement to say that most of us are pretty influenced by others.  It’s normal and natural.  The thing is, for diabetics, health should really be a top priority.  And this means that being surrounded by those whose presence around you somehow doesn’t support your health is not the way to go.  In other words, people who aren’t respectful of your health goals or people who constantly pressure you against what you’ve set out to do are toxic to your health.  This doesn’t mean that if you are trying to eat healthier you need to let go of friends who live off of pizza.  It means that you need to avoid being around friends who live off pizza who also tell you “Oh come on just have some!” after you’ve said, “I really don’t want any and I shouldn’t have any tonight.”

You may have a different opinion than me on this but, in my experience, as long as I stuck to kind and thoughtful people, I felt a sense of support towards my health goals.  When I hung out with those who somehow made it easier for me to let go of my goals or who somehow made it easier for me to feel like my health wasn’t important enough for sacrifices, my diabetes suffered and of course, my whole life did, too.  Health issues are at the root of 99% of my seemingly unrelated problems in life.  Really.  So if I simply tackle health issues, the rest will at least improve.  Just the same, if I ignore health issues, my life will literally fall apart and that would really affect loved ones.  It’s a big deal.

So honestly, and you probably know this deep down for yourself, If you spend time around someone who makes it that much harder for you to do right by your health, talk to them about it.  Give them some time to adjust if that’s what they need.  If that doesn’t work, consider your options in spending less time or no time with them.  You’re worth it.

6 Things I Want You to Know About Diabetes



6.  I want you to know that Diabetes is very serious and although diabetics often seem carefree, they’re often not, whether they manage they’re diabetes well or not. 

5.  I want you to know that Diabetes is not nearly as common in 3rd world and Developing countries as it is in Developed ones.  This means that we should pay attention to what we’re doing differently and learn what we can change to help ourselves-such as eating differently.  Just because we’re “developed” doesn’t mean we’re doing all the right things.  Nor does it mean the convenience of pop tarts is worth it.

4.  I want you to know that Diabetes doesn’t have to stop you from reaching your dreams.  Your dreams however, may have to make some small adjustments.

3.  I want you to know that Diabetes isn’t as silent a killer as people think.  If you don’t feel super duper great, then your health isn’t in tip top shape.  Many adults don’t know they have diabetes but, they know they don’t feel too hot.  We should expect to feel healthy and if we don’t we should strive to figure out what is between us and feeling great and then work towards feeling wonderful again.  Maybe we’ll never feel wonderful but, most can get pretty close with a lot of hard work.  Our standards for feeling healthy should rise.  Don’t settle for feeling so-so.

2.  I want you to know that Diabetes is the hardest thing I’ve ever dealt with.  And I’ve dealt with loss of family and friends.  Not to mention large kidney stones, surgery, many years of depression, and chronic childhood shyness.  (And there’s much more).  Diabetes has been the worst experience of all and I’m afraid the worst is yet to come.

1.    I want you to know that a cure for diabetes is being significantly delayed by a greed for money.  Money rules the world only because we allow it to.  We have more power than we think.  Angry about corn syrup being in much of our food supply?  Boycott any product with corn syrup.  If many of us did this I promise you corn syrup would start disappearing from ingredient labels.  Upset over the lack of diabetes support groups?  Start one.  Stop being a victim and start being the change you want to see in the world. 

Gandhi sure had it right.

About Non-Diabetics Frightened by Diabetic Needles


I can sympathize with people who squirm when they see blood coming out of a wound or a needle going into someone.  I am one of those sensitive people that sees blood and has to fight from going a little loopy.  When I was younger I had a particularly hard time getting my blood drawn for lab tests because although I wouldn’t look at my arm and the needle and tubing, I would imagine it.  I would imagine the dark red flowing through the tubing and it would just make me want to pass out or throw up.  Sometimes the nurse would have to put a cotton ball soaked in ammonia under my nose because it looked like I was “going to go” (meaning pass out). 

Non-diabetics out there, if this is you, there is something I plead with you NOT to do.  Don’t cringe when you see your diabetic friend or family member prick their finger or give an injection.  Just look away.  You’re a big girl or boy, now.  No need to start hollering about how you get goose bumps or all tingly when you see us do our “freaky” and oh so necessary things. 

If you have a serious phobia towards blood and needles, tell your diabetic friend in private.  I’m pretty sure they will be respectful of you and do their business away from you or they’ll warn you before they do so you don’t have to witness. 

But, please, please know how hurtful it can be when someone does this:

I was at work a while back when I went to eat lunch with a bunch of friends/co-workers.  I did my usual thing and discreetly gave my insulin shot at the table.  Someone noticed and started pointing and drawing attention to him and myself.  He was sliding under the table and being overly dramatic.  He went on about how he couldn’t watch (yet, he never looked away) and he said (while smiling) that what I was doing was hurting him.  My normal self wanted to smack him.  My exposed and self-conscious, embarrassed self felt hurt.  I wanted to cry.  I wanted to scream at him and say, “NO, the person this really hurts is me, because I do it or die, because the needle goes into ME, and because I have to do it in front of people who may react like YOU and cause an entire restaurant to stare at me.”

And at the very moment I thought I might explode into tears, a male co-worker said loudly to the guy causing the scene, “You’ve gotta be kidding me, hey buddy, I need you to man up.”  The guy who was now laughing started excusing himself, “But, I ..I…” -“No excuses, I don’t want to hear them, you need to just man up”, replied my co-worker.  I shot him a big “THANK YOU” look and we all went back to our lunch. 

Maybe I’m saying too much when I say that I felt this guy stood up for all of us diabetics that day.  It’s funny how many of us at work always found him kind of annoying because he was always so outspoken.  Yet, when saying the right things, these people are treasures.  They have the guts to say something loud, in front of a crowd, and deal with whatever happens as a result.  I appreciate their boldness.

And about the people who are squeemish to what we diabetics have to do…people don’t mean to be disrespectful or hurtful with their actions.  They just aren’t thinking.  Or, they’re just thinking about themselves.  So we just need to explain to them that they’re actions are hurtful and that if they truly have a hard time with what we do, we’ll respect that and do what we can to help them. 

I can admit there needs to exist a mutual respect between those who “can’t handle” needles and those who survive by them.

What do you think?

Empathy 101 for Diabetics

The best way to open a closed door.      Photo Courtesy of Nuttakit
The best way to open a closed door.     Photo Courtesy of Nuttakit


While I would consider myself no expert on the subject of empathy, I would say that it is a natural quality of mine (unlike so many other things lol).  Not something I take credit for, just something I was born with it seems.  Today it’s all about the greatness of empathy and how you and I can put it into practice more frequently.

What is empathy?  You know that saying, “walk a mile in another man’s shoes”?  Well…it’s like that.  Empathy is imagining how someone is feeling and you can even learn to anticipate how someone will react to something.  I was in an empathy training for work years ago.  We had a series of questions to answer and then we reviewed everyone’s answers.  Out of 30 people only two of us had “acceptable” answers.  It led me to believe that many people may be a bit out of touch with using empathy.

Or maybe it’s not that we don’t know to use empathy.  Maybe we only use it with loved ones.  This is a big problem because often, people who could really use our empathy are acquaintances, or even people we don’t like or know.

Don’t feel you owe anyone empathy because you’re suffering a lot?  Well then consider that your actions dictate how others will treat you.  You want understanding don’t you?

Well, here are ways to get into an empathy giving habit:

Imagine what someone may really be feeling/thinking.

When that “diabetes police” says “Geez, your blood sugar is high again!” imagine what that person might be feeling.  Perhaps frustration in loving you and knowing that a high blood sugar doesn’t mean good things for you?  Or maybe this person is just surprised or confounded by your blood sugar being high even though you seem to do really well and they are frustrated with your misfortune to have diabetes-not with you necessarily. 

Change your choice of words.

You know how mothers act when their child does something daring (like jumping off the deck or roof of a house)?  A mother will run to her child and instead of hug him in relief of his being ok, she’ll scold him at the top of her lungs and tell him ten different ways he’ll suffer if he ever scares her so badly again.  What mom really meant was, “I love you so much and if something ever happened to you I don’t know how I’d go on so please don’t do this again-you might get hurt.”

This is how many of us are.  It is natural for our fears to shake us up and make us speak in harsh or demanding tones when really we just feel worried about someone.  So a great thing to try is to change our words.  Tell your loved one, aka personal diabetes police officer, that you’d appreciate it if they’d instead say something like, “Oh no, your blood sugar is high again, you probably don’t feel well.  How can I help?”

Look around you and put yourself in another’s shoes.

When you’re in line to buy groceries and someone ahead of you is a very old woman taking what you’d swear is a million years to write a simple check, stop yourself and imagine being her.

She is hunched over and so you figure her back must not feel so good.  Her mind isn’t as quick as it once was so she is looking up at the monitor to make sure she got the amount correct on the check.  You notice her fingers trembling just a tad and so imagine her fingers are having a tough time grasping the pen.  And maybe she doesn’t feel well.  Some days you don’t either and you’re not her.  Perhaps she feels really awful and just wants to lie down.  Instead, she is at the store by herself and is trying to just pay for her food and go home.  Maybe the walk to the car won’t be easy…

You get what I mean.  That was an easy example.  What about when you get angry with the infamous (in the diabetes community) Halle Berry.  Yes, her.  You might be frustrated because she hasn’t done the amount of diabetes awareness work you’d like her too.  You might be angry because years ago she said she turned into a type 2 diabetic from a type 1 with diet and exercise.  And you might be frustrated because she doesn’t seem to have an understanding about the different types of diabetes and how her words impact so many.

Fair enough.  But, I suggest we try hard at being as kind as we say we are.  Try to give her the benefit of the doubt.  She has helped raise money for diabetes and shows up at events, maybe she doesn’t want to do more because of some unknown struggle in her life?  When she made the incorrect statement years ago about no longer having type 1, I think, well someone might have misinformed her.  Not everyone does research on their own and maybe she thought that since she could afford a top doctor that he or she would be trustworthy.  Why would someone say they went from type 1 to type 2 diabetic?  I believe her understanding of the correct info was somehow lost somewhere.  Maybe she didn’t understand what a doctor explained to her.  Maybe a doctor gave her incorrect info.  In later interviews she has said that she manages her long time type 2 diabetes with diet and exercise and that she used to use insulin-but doesn’t anymore.  So it sounds like she has come closer to understanding her condition.  She appears healthy so I can’t say she looks like she doesn’t know how to take care of herself.  I guess time will be the one to really tell us.  I wonder if she has a hard time with the constant media attention.  I wonder if she hasn’t learned more about diabetes because it scares her and talking publicly about it might be depressing (hey, I know some people like this).  I’d like it if we had her as a force on the diabetes awareness scene because she is so well-known.  But, she isn’t required to do this and for us to act like she is, is wrong.  

We’re in the same boat and sending her more rude messages than we send others who we wish would do more is also wrong because remember, diabetes is hard on everyone!  If you think her life is easier than yours then you are still fighting your own ignorance.  Besides, all the negative attention on a celebrity reinforces the thinking that celebrities are better than us or somehow above us non-celebrity folk.  They’re not.  We criticize when others make celebrities more than what they are.  Then we turn around and bash them for mistakes that anyone might make.  We say that because they’re famous they have greater responsibilities.  I understand this.  I also understand that if Halle Berry got online and read what everyone said about her in regards to her diabetes, she might steer clear of advocating for diabetes.  You know, to steer clear of all the angry, hateful words and criticism.  I wonder how may of us might to do the same, in her position.  Maybe if we’re nicer and call out for her help…maybe then we’d get it.

So with that said, I’m proposing everyone try to empathize with those you find it hard to empathize with the most.  I admit it’s not easy but, I’ll keep trying and you keep trying and together we’ll find that the Diabetes Online Community and the world is a much nicer place.