Changes – Day 4 Diabetes Blog Week 2015

Changes

Looking back to the early days of Pumplette!s diagnosis, I can remember gazing at the baby sitting on the floor opposite me & wishing she had a window on her to display what bg number she was contending with. In those early pre speech days, I was hyper vigilant. I knew every pallor of her skin. Understood the slightest variation & would react quickly & nervously to any & every change in hue. How amazing, thought I, would it be if there were some display about her person to give me a heads up on where this is heading.

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Fast forward a decade & we now have that window for her numbers in the form of her Dexcom cgm. Every morning when Pumplette checks it before we head out the door for school, I smile. And am grateful. So unbelievably grateful. Not just for myself. And my lass. But more especially because now I know that no other parent of a tiny one diagnosed with T1 should ever have to navigate those tricky waters we did. For the tools to make this bumpy road a little smoother are now readily available for little ones. We are fortunate enough to be cared for by the NHS & increasingly funding is being allocated for little ones to use this amazing technology.

So the changes are ones I’m eternally grateful for. Things that seemed the work of science fiction a decade ago are an integral part of our lives today. This makes me look to the future with excitement about the advancements the next decade will bring, as Pumplette blossoms into adulthood & a life away from us.

And the biggest change I’d like to see? My biggest hope for change is equality of access to all aspects of diabetes care across the globe. That children & adults still die because they can’t pay for insulin is shameful. The fact my child has access to all this state of the art technology because of the happy chance of her birthplace is, in this day & age of a globally connected mankind, fundamentally unfair to the child who suffers & dies from this diagnosis.

So I shall continue to support the IDF’s Spare A Rose, Save A Life initiative. And hope that the next decade brings about this seemingly idealistic wish.

For I’ve already got proof that dreams come true.

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Clean it out – Diabetes Blog Week. Day 3

Day 3 – Clean It Out!“Yesterday we kept stuff in, so today let’s clear stuff out. What is in your diabetic closet that needs to be cleaned out? This can be an actual physical belonging, or it can be something you’re mentally or emotionally hanging on to. Why are you keeping it and why do you need to get rid of it? (Thank you Rick of RA Diabetes for this topic suggestion.)”

Day three & it’s time for a clear out!

I’m a natural born hoarder. I live in a house with a playroom crammed with every wooden toy ever made for every age group from birth to teens! There isn’t a shoe that has been cast aside once outgrown without a period of a good few years passing “just in case”. (And with 4 females in the household, let me tell you, that’s a whole tonnage of shoes!)

I should have a mass clear out. It’d probably give all five of us room to breath again, but occasionally I come across an item which reinforces why I’m such a hoarder. I’ll pull open a drawer or clear out a cupboard & find an item there that tells a story instantly. Just the action of laying my eyes upon it conjures up memories & feelings from a precise moment in time.

Just such an experience happened yesterday whilst I was searching for lost sock. I pulled open Pumplette’s top drawer & whilst rummaging through put my hand upon this.

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This tatty, old bag, that used to boast beautiful decorative beading, belongs to Pumplette. Eleven years ago, you’d never see her without this bag worn across her body. For this was the pouch we used to contain her first insulin pump. This bag was almost as long as her little chubby baby thigh, the exact size of that early, first pump for her. We also had one in pink, you can spot it in the pictures, but that was worn to the point of disintegration!!

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I keep these items to remind me of how far we have travelled & what a spectacular journey Pumplette has made thus far. For sometimes today, when she’s being obstreperous & stubborn, I need to remind myself that this is a good thing & that she has always been that way, even from tiny. How could she not be? It was that tenacity that ensured she clung on before diagnosis and could grow into the spirited & talented young lady she is today.

So I’ll keep hold of these things & not clear them out. The memories make me smile & my heart swell with pride.

Keep it to yourself! Day 2 – Diabetes Blog Week 2015

Today the topic in blog week is Keep It To Yourself

Despite how it may look on this blog, I do adhere to a very basic, unwavering, set of ground rules.

1) if the star of the show says no, then the blog goes in the trash.

2) it’s not my diabetes, it’s the star of the shows, and therefore if she doesn’t want a subject discussed in public, you won’t see it here.

3) all data & medical information belongs to Pumplette. It’s not mine. And you will never find me sharing anything without, you guessed it, her say so.

4) I try very hard to keep Pumplette as anonymous as possible in order to prevent this blog flashing up when she is googled by prospective employers in the future. Again, this is her life. Not to be ridden on & lived vicariously by me!

So you see, even though I’ll share some of the experiences we have had as a family, some of the triumphs she has achieved and some of the stickier patches too, I will always strive to lead by example & write about her with respect to her privacy whilst giving parents belief in their children’s amazing capabilities. Hopefully then, despite our anxieties as parents, we can ensure we support our children to go forth with confidence & skills that they need to flourish as adults. And keep our worries locked up in the cupboard where they belong, along with the bogeymen our children asked us to chase away there too!

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Diabetes Blog Week 2015 – Day 1 #ICan

#ICan is the first topic in 2015’s Diabetes Blog Week
With this in mind, I thought I’d list a small sample of how my girls can!

Pumplette can:

Use her experiences gained being an Animas Hero, JDRF Ambassador, & all round socialite, to give a speech which resulted in her now being one of the youngest members of the current UK’s Youth Parliament.

Visit one of the seats of UK democracy, to deliver a petition to raise the need for an increase in research funding for T1 diabetes in this country. Although she was more interested in the pets we encountered on the way.
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Be inspired by & inspire, in equal measure, 50 sporting delegates with T1 this past weekend. (And also chastise the author of this post at 03.30am for still being out in the bar at that hour…..)
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Get thrown off & run over by a fairground ride, & yet still insist, with a 2inch hole in her scalp, that she was fine & really didn’t need to go to hospital…..

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Fulfil her lifelong held ambition of becoming a vet – just you watch.

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Refuse, point blank, to step foot on any more massive roller coaster rides after her first go, despite having the fast track armband fastened securely to her wrist. Ensuring that her elder sister & father would be condemned to a long day of even longer queues whilst she indulged in far more gentle & sedate amusements with her mother & younger sister!

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Be a true friend & inspire all those around her. Her calm presence & wicked sense of humour have distracted many a newly diagnosed child from their own concerns & helped put parents’ minds at ease as they watch this very capable child, full of life & health, living the exact same way as her sisters. Never allowing T1 to stop her or her sisters from achieving all they want to.

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And finally, #ICan ensure that all my daughters have a happy childhood, filled with love, appreciation & inspiration. For every single one of my girls live around T1. And every single one of them is amazing.

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Dear teacher, (addressing urban myths & T1)

Dear teacher,

I have nothing but the upmost respect for you in your chosen profession. The power you have to convey your passion about a given subject to my child & ignite a desire within her to learn more is something I truly admire. I play my part in this learning, of course. I’ve taught my daughters to have respect for their teachers. Not to talk over you or answer back. To ask when they don’t understand. And to listen attentively. They have been taught that in your subject, you will have knowledge that reaches far beyond their current understanding & that an education is a privilege they are fortunate enough to be afforded.

It is my hope, therefore, that when I send to you a child who has been thusly briefed, you too will afford the knowledge they posses with respect. Especially if that knowledge & understanding is around a subject of which you know nought.

Like my child’s T1. You know not how your flippant comment “You were low in my lesson last week as well. Please could you get your mum to sort your diabetes out.” irks & distresses in equal measure my child who will not answer you back out of respect for your position of authority. You do not see the constant monitoring & tweaking that goes on from day to day, week to week, month to month, year in, year out. You cannot begin to imagine what a fickle mistress T1D can be & how many tears of frustration I have had to console & reason with over the years as I continue to reinforce to my child that there is no “right” or “wrong” when it comes to T1 management. There is just a perpetual learning process, in a condition that is constantly evolving & shifting in her maturing body. We are strapping ourselves in for a tricky time ahead. Preparing her metal so she may weather the predicted tumultuous teenage years without being worn down by the relentless daily demands of T1.

Above all, you failed to recognise & acknowledge her vastly superior knowledge in her specialist subject. To treat her with such contempt undermines the confidence which she herself has built up over 11years of living with T1. Confidence which she must defend daily from the constant attack of T1 changing the rules of engagement, sometimes on an hour to hour basis. I would not tolerate her being so disrespectful to you in a lesson. It saddens me greatly that you see it as acceptable to belittle a child’s skills in such a casual fashion.

Please. Don’t judge. And be kind. It’s not tricky, and you’ll find yourself with a child who wants to learn & work very hard for you.

Yours,

The proudest parent on the planet

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The one with the black eye

Night checks on your child who has T1 can be a hazardous business.

I don’t habitually check Pumplette’s bgs throughout the night, but with various after school activities, varying wildly from one week to the next, there are times in the evening, once she’s asleep & before my midnight pumpkin call to bed, where I will check her bgs & need to intervene.

Last night was a great example of non routine needing additional bg checks. Pumplette had been at a dress rehearsal for a performance later in the week. We dashed to the theatre straight from school & apart from a snack, they didn’t get to eat until gone 2100. On the way back at 2200 she checked her bgs. 22.3 mmol. On seeing this she gave herself the usual hefty correction, armed with the knowledge that any bg over 14mmol for her needs an extra ‘kick’ to compensate her accompanying insulin resistance when bgs are high. Great job Pumplette.

Except diabetes just doesn’t play fair & because she was tired & active at a point in the evening/night when she’d usually be snoring like a traction engine, her insulin resistance was taking a nap. Conversely, it’s contrary mate insulin sensitivity had come out to frolic in the moonlight & her bgs went from 22.3mmol to 6.0mmol in a very short 45mins.

I found this out because her pump, with it’s cgm alarms, was going nuts about 10minutes after she’d crawled into her pit. Suspecting this fall I crept into her room & went to check her bgs as gently & quietly as one can. I usually use her heel for night checks as Pumplette resolutely hides her hands underneath her tummy whilst sleeping. Using her heel is a throw back to her diabetes infancy when her fingers were too small to use a lancet on.

In her half conscious state, Pumplette went to roll over whilst I was gathering up the debris from the bg check. Except being Pumplette & a proper drama queen, she can’t do anything subtly, so as I turned around to retrieve the lancet, I found myself entertaining her heel in my eye socket as she waved her leg around. And boy, a half conscious limb in motion has a mighty thwack to it!!

The upside of this encounter was the lack of need for me to wake Pumplette enough to ply her with lucozade. My shocked yelping & tears like a four year old who’s left the top layer of their kneecaps on the playground surface did that job for me!

In summary. Approach night checking with caution! I only check at night if I’ve had to administer insulin to a sleeping Pumplette or a cgm alarm alerts me enough to wake me from my slumber! That’s really only for my peace of mind & the fact that it enables me to help her achieve her management goals as she is quite fond of sleep, like her mother, and so by my carrying the responsibility for her nocturnal management it helps to keep that HbA1c where she wants it.

No if you’ll excuse me, I’m just off to apply another ice pack!

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Modz bg meter – first impressions

Disclaimer: I do not work for Modz and have not been paid for writing this post. We have received a free meter from Modz & 100 test strips so that we can use this meter and gain a personal idea about how this meter works for our family. Non of my opinions should be taken as medical advise – it’s already a miracle that I manage to keep three children, a husband, dog & hamster alive! I couldn’t stand the extra responsibility for keeping you or your loved ones sustained too!

The start of half term week & an exciting parcel arrived on Tuesday from Modz in Finland. Nestled inside the bright green boxes, was this. The latest bg meter to hit the European market, launched in the UK almost two weeks ago.

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These are a few of our first impressions about the meter & what, if any, benefits Pumplette & I can see there’d be from using it.

1) in a country where we can access free bg meters & test strips, increasingly of the pwd’s, cwd’s or parents choice, the price tag that accompanies the Modz meter will, no doubt, rule it out of many people’s minds due to funding alone.
The cost of the meter & test strips though has a purpose, so bear with me & keep reading!

2) Modz was much, much smaller than either myself or Pumplette expected.

3) the touch screen, I’m reliably informed, is “on point”! (That’s cool in elderly person speak!!)

4) there is the ability to “programme ” the meter so that it will prompt a bg check at pre-programmed times.

5) if the child presses the wrong button in response to these prompts but still carries out a bg check, that alert will not be silenced until either the settings are changed by the person with access to the pin, or the child completes a second test in the correct order!! Grrrrrr!!

6) this is where the expense comes in – the meter has the ability to email up to 3 addresses when bg checks have been carried out & text one number the results too. In order to do this, there has to be an internet/mobile enabled sim in the meter & the “service packs” include this capability. Think of it as paying your mobile provider for your data allowance.

7) 6 only works if there’s mobile reception & there’s no way of knowing whether it has this at point of use as there are no little bars in any of the corners indicating signal strength. Or otherwise, as is more usual for us cave dwellers!

8) 6 could be a really positive feature for children who are pushing for more independence whilst the parents are more reticent to let go. And works out cheaper than a cgm habit & cgm in the cloud!

9) conversely approach the text or email result with caution! Pumplette has had a couple of checks where she under filled the strip & it came out with 1.3 & 2.4 readings when her bgs, on repeating the checks, were actually in the 6’s & 8’s.

10) we are still figuring out how we feel about all the features. The big test will be how she feels about it after a week using it at school.

From my own personal point of view, I’m not keen on her having “good” results which are rewarded with credits to a game. As a family, we have always been very keen to reinforce to Pumplette that bg checks are not about good & bad. Passing a test or failing it. They’re about giving her information upon which she has the knowledge & ability to act.

But I know we are all different & that there may well be many children & parents who work best within the confines of right & wrong & rewards. Horses for courses!

In summary, our first impressions are, we love the very compact & discreet size of this meter. I’m still struggling with the paying aspect of the piece, but if I took this out, then certainly when Pumplette was younger & in preschool & primary school years, the ability to know she was being supported to check her bgs in a timely manner would have been ideal.

To be continued……..

Spare A Rose, save a life

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Just by happy chance of fate, I was born into a country where there is free healthcare for everyone at point of need. That healthcare is the most sophisticated & up to date on the planet, delivered by professionals who’ve been trained to the very highest standards. And my family and I are lucky enough to be afforded all of this, just because of our place of birth.
Just because of chance.

But there are many millions who are not lucky with their birth place. Poverty, lack of education & circumstance result in too many children & adults dying from illnesses & conditions needlessly.

Which is why, this Valentine’s Day, I shall Spare A Rose, because flowers die, children shouldn’t. For the price of a single rose, it’s possible to save a child’s life for a month, providing them with life saving insulin. You may never meet that child. But you will know. I personally think that’s an awesome fact to know.

And this year, I’m going to make a pledge that lasts longer than one day. For the price of a coffee with a friend each month, I will be able to continue to help a child access life saving insulin throughout the year. What a tiny cost to me, with all my first world privileges. Because I believe I should never forget how fortunate I am that fate landed me here. For I & my children, could so easily have been dealt a different hand by fate.

So pass on the good fortune & Spare A Rose this valentine’s day. And if you’re able, why not forgo one of those coffee meets a month so that a child can continue to grow & thrive.

http://www.p4dc.com/spare-a-rose/

Type 1 Diabetes Diagnosis – 11 years on

Little did I know on this day, 11 years ago, that I was about to embark on the steepest learning curve I would ever embrace. It would be tougher than the lessons I learnt in childhood loosing a parent & later peers. It would be tougher than managing to be run over on zebra crossing! And it would be tougher than the journey I’d made becoming a motherless mother.

For on this day, 11 years ago, Pumplette shouted, or I’m sure she would have done had she not been such a small baby, “house!” and metaphorically laid out her winning hand of cards & was diagnosed with T1D.

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Skills I have acquired in the past decade include:

Being able to juggle a breast feeding baby, whilst simultaneously wielding a bg meter & lancet before drawing up & mixing tiny doses of insulin in syringes (a practise I’m certain prematurely aged my eyesight!).

Accurately deciphering the hitherto little known “Farrow & Ball Hypo pastel shades chart”, for all your hypo detection needs. This chart has a twin, “F & B hyper detection primary shades”!!

Nailing down the “I know which of the three children careering around me has to be nailed down to have a bg check” when you’ve three children under 5 & your brain is addled through lack of sleep. (I genuinely have, on multiple occasions, attempted to check the bgs of a non D child, much to their surprise & amusement!)

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Preventing an adventurous toddler hurling herself into paddling pools & baths before the advent of a waterproof pump!

Perfecting a nonchalant game face to project an aura of calm confidence to enable Pumplette to embrace all new opportunities & adventures with excitement & not trepidation.

Cultivating the patience of a saint to accommodate the desires of a 2yo to “Do it mine own!” and wait whilst a bg check takes 30 mins to fully execute – an operation I had nailed down to a swift 30 seconds!

Realising why the above is so vitally important to a 2yo.

Latterly the patience of a saint is being deployed to allow her to experiment & discover her own managerial path. Support & IT support are now my most important roles in her management.

Being comfortable in a hospital environment. Again, it’s all about the game face & acting. Happily Pumplette has fallen hook, line & sinker for my charade & couldn’t be more confident when navigating the hospital corridors.

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Whether it was the time she made a rather large hole in the roof of her mouth with the aid of a plastic tube & a sudden meeting with a door frame, or the time she was thrown from a fairground ride & run over by the carriage for good measure, a calm & unflappable approach definitely made these harrowing experiences more bearable. (And also always engender masses of sympathy from the nurses & doctors who need, quite literally, to patch & mop her up!).

That I can survive on infinitely less sleep than was previously considered possible to man! From that first night holding vigil at her cot in intensive care, I’m not sure I’ve ever been 100% rested since!

We can travel the world & guesstimate the bolus with aplomb! Showing her first hand that there are no barriers for her at all. Anything she wants to do, she can.

The online community #doc contains the most remarkable & inspirational bods across the world who have made me be a better parent & more in tune with Pumplette’s needs, not mine.

And so I sit here, 11 years on. The fear we felt this time 11 years ago is still very easy to access. Almost loosing a child changed me. Emboldened me. And made me appreciate every moment I have with my precious girls & inspire them to grab every opportunity that life throws their way. Which is why, when I awoke this morning, Pumplette wasn’t there. She is busy this weekend, training for her next adventure as a member of the UK Youth Parliament.

Little did I dare to imagine at that cot in intensive care, that my little scrap, clinging so very tenaciously to life, would be setting off on her own adventures so soon.

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#CountMeIn

One of the many things I’m grateful for are the unique experiences that have been afforded to us since Pumplette became host to our uninvited guest almost 11 years ago. From Jeff’s skydive, way back in the spring of 2004, when he raised a phenomenal amount for the children’s hospital that had saved our daughter’s life, through his many sporting achievements since (half marathons, full marathons, entire Mars bars, cycling odysseys, the list is endless!) and our opportunities as a family – indoor skydiving, ambassador roles for all my girls – to visits to parliament for Pumplette, we have embraced every new experience & opportunity as a blessing. Changing something we’d rather not have known about into something that holds many more positives for all our children.

I guess we are, fundamentally, an optimistic family. Life experiences have taught us well to live now & be so very grateful for all that we have. That my biggest gripe regarding her medication is that I actually have to remember to order it, not whether I can afford it, is a first world problem I can happily embrace, for it is a privilegenot afforded to far too many.

Last week, Pumplette was lucky enough to be invited to finish what she started & deliver JDRF’s Count Me In petition to Downing Street. Throughout this campaign JDRF have been garnering support calling for more governmental research resources to be channelled toward research into the causes, prevention & cure of T1D. Their aim was to highlight how much cross over & insight into T2D there is stemming from T1D specific projects. Sadly the reverse is not so true with the cross over to T1 relevance being much less. So whilst the numbers assumption is to plough money into T2D research as it affects so many more people, the reality is that research mainly helps that cohort alone. Whereas T1 research has a massive cross over & indeed there have been many advances made into the treatment of T2 as a direct result of research focusing on T1.

Pumplette has been the “face” of this campaign, and, although very biased, I felt it apt that this should be the case. For over the past decade, she has seen massive changes & benefits in her regime, all of which started on a bench in a lab. Fabulous research, driven by people who weren’t prepared to accept the status quo. Who may never know the impact their discoveries & developments have had “in the field”, but for who’s tenacity & determination I am eternally grateful.

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Whether our current government pay full attention to the voices raised within the many thousands of signatures, time will tell. However, as the optimist I am, I am hopeful that even if it is only a humble civil servant who reads & responds to the petition, & it raises the profile & challenges faced by all who live with diabetes to just that one extra person, then that is another one who can join our voice. For if I have to tick them off one at a time to bring about a change, I will! And my daughter’s future will be bright.

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