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Lance and JellyBaby Month 2008.

Every May in Australia, it is Jelly Baby Month.

I am a JDRF Youth Ambassador, so it is very important for me to put on my t-shirt and lapel badge and fundraise as much as I can.

I was busy with schoolwork this year, so I didn’t have as much time to go out with my Mum and introduce myself. When I introduce myself, I also introduce my Diabetes. I always make sure that people know that I have Type 1 Diabetes, and that it wasn’t my parent’s fault, or my fault that I have this condition.

Mum organised for 3 huge boxes of Jelly Babies to be delivered to our house with Georgina from JDRF in Brisbane. Most people love Jelly Babies, so I was pretty confident that I would sell them all.

We worked, selling Jelly Babies on weekends and on public holidays. Some prople bought ten packets after they found out what kids like me go through. Everyone was very kind. I know this sounds really childish, but I was really disappointed when I discovered that I had only raised $288. My Mum explained that when you are selling items that only cost $2 each, it takes a long time to make a lot of money.

I am very proud that, along with the $288, that I have now raised $6000 for JDRF Australia. This year, I did it all by myself too. Mum just came along to make sure I was safe. I even knew how much change to give people if they didn’t have the correct change.

I have my fingers crossed that JDRF Australia makes 1 million dollars this year: The Tenth Year of the Jelly Baby.

You Can Help Us Find A Cure By Helping JDRF Australia!

JDRF deserve and appreciate every little bit of money that they receive. They make me feel special for having Type 1 Diabetes. I’m so glad that I can help them from time to time.

Jelly Babies Save Lives!!!!

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“I Heart Guts”-Learn To Laugh At Your Misbehaving Organs.

I have a list of humourous diabetes-related slogans that I endeavour to print on t-shirts…that’s a dream for when Lance is a little older, and the current dramas of oscillating BSLs and waiting-for-the-pump become issues of the past.

On a particularly miserable Monday morning, my extremities were about to snap. Yes,despite living in a sunburnt country, we happen to reside in a notoriously cold city, known for its westerly winds and early morning frosts.I had just muttered a list of expletives as I tiptoed across the icy floorboards to grab Lance’s insulin. The reason being that my 2am bsl check that I perform on Lance nightly flashed an offensive 19.5mmol/L at me. I couldn’t believe it. He was 7.7mmol/L before we went to bed. I began assembling the insulin pen it so I could administer the life-serum to my sleeping son. Before I left the kitchen, I held it at eye level, whilst checking for air bubbles, and said out loud, ” Pleeeease do your job, you’ve been terribly slack lately!” in an exasperated, pleading tone.

The insulin was delivered into a perfectly exposed spot on Lance’s tummy, thanks to a button that had come undone on his Tranformers pyjama shirt. I was thankful that I didn’t have to put my icy hands on his warm little body. I was too wired to go to sleep, so I plotted a few days blood sugar trends on www.sugarstats.com. All done. I googled the word: “pancreas” just for the hell of it. I had already had a conversation with an insulin pen, found myself drumming out the rhythm of the theme song that gets so much airplay at our house-…Transformers, more than meets the eye..” with two innocent pencils on a stack of books, so why not look at a bunch of pancreas pics whilst I was at it? I mean, I know it isn’t standard 2am behaviour to engage in, but after the craziness of the past weeks, it made sense that I appeared to be somewhat delirious.( My only witness was our devoted whippet, He isn’t going to tell anyone about his Master’s mother and her early morning cuckoo antics…)

The nights events came to an unexectedly hilarious peak when I discovered this.

I was so intrigued to see such creative and hysterical use of a pancreas! I chuckled quietly to myself as I read on. The folks at www.iheartguts.com are devoted to making internal organs come to life with snappy little catchphrases, and their products are perfect for those with a troublesome condition that is usually wrapped up in a stockpile of seriousness and only ever mentioned in hushed tones.

 They boast an impressive range of t-shirts, featuring all of your favourite organs for men and women. (Lance is getting the “Gimme Some Sugar” shirt in a ladies Size Small.) They have stickers, pins and even plush, colourful replicas of your sick, tired, or damaged organ, all with a guaranteed belly laugh or two.

 Why not give his pancreas a voice? It may as well be used for something..

Ha. I just imagined a sad little pancreas with a weather-beaten, six-year-old “For Lease” sign stuck in the middle of it. The humour is rubbing off!

For anyone who has problems with their liver, pain from their kidneys, a literally “broken” heart, a devastatingly vacant uterus, synapses that are slightly askew in their brain,or a spleen that is more trouble than it’s worth, you must visit www.iheartguts.com , even if only for a good old-fashioned guffaw. (However, something tells me that the uber cool design, plus the given ability to have a laugh about your imperfect organ, and the passion shown towards guts in general will find you with your credit card in hand, ready to purchase a rib-tickler. It worked first shot with me!

I’m tired of Diabetes being so serious and overwhelming. I caught myself frowning in the mirror recently, and I actually gasped aloud at the deep folds of skin that have developed in my brow. ( I quickly made an appointment and dashed off to get a professional sea weed facial and a miniscule jar of cream that allegedly “plumpens prominent wrinkles with continual use”… It worked psychologically anyway..) The first thing that came to mind was Botox,( I then slapped myself for being so absurd and narcissistic,) and just a few seconds later, I decided that I really need to concentrate on how a quality of life that Lance doesn’t  know exists, and  that I have long forgotten existed will be handed back to us significantly, once we commence insulin pump therapy, and, that one day, Lance’s pancreas will welcome a bunch of excited, lively, brand new islet cells that will deliver insulin when required without any intervention from him or me.

Thank you SO much to the team at I Heart Guts.

You are the first to make me laugh-out-loud and slap my thigh at my son’s defunct pancreas.  :D

 

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Austin Cooper: Diabetes Style Guru.

Austin Cooper was fifteen years old when diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes.

He had to walk away from his old life, and embrace what his new life with Diabetes held in store from him.

After going through booklets and scouring the net, Austin was still not comfortable with the chunky chains he needed to wear for life-saving identification. It doesn’t make a young person diagnosed with this  condition feel any better about it when they are presented with clunky, unhip bracelets with a red cross in the middle screaming, ”I’m a walking emergency!!”

In fact, it’s quite poetic.

When I see people with Diabetes dragging the clunky versions of medical ID along with them , it almost feels like they have resigned themselves to the fact that they are “chained” to Diabetes.

Austin tried four different versions of the “chain” before deciding that the market for Medical ID was left behind in a time way before his years. He couldn’t make himself wear what was available, so he decided that he needed to make a difference.

Look no further. Austin Cooper has just brought bling to sting.

Austin’s website, www.evasionid.com, showcases his two very modern, sleek, stylish and funky medical ID designs. They are suitable for anyone with Type 1 Diabetes; on the front,they have a stainless steel engraved medical panel, “Type 1 Diabetes“ stamped on the back and are 100% leather to boot!

Not only that, but with every purchase, Austin donates 10% to our favourite charity, JDRF. :D

Take a look at Austin’s Mission Statement on www.evasionid.com.

EvasionID boasts a range of funkalicious, fashionable bracelets that are perfect for day/work/evening wear. They are unisex, stong, durable and very affordable!!  In fact, I announce here on this post, chunky, clunky ID chains-be gone with you!

Whether you are newly diagnosed, a teen, or an adult of any age, Evasion ID has a modern, fresh new approach for your Type 1 Diabetes Medical Identification requirements.

Just in case you missed how much I love Austin Cooper’s new diabetes innovation, check out his website

www.evasionid.com

(My son, Lance already has his picked out. Actually, he wants one in two colours to mix and match.)

While I’m at it, I think huge kudos need to be given to Austin, one so new to life with Diabetes, yet one so determined to honour himself through his creativity, AND the entire Diabetes community worldwide. With 10% of his profits going to JDRF, he is also contributing to help find the cure that kids like my Lance and Austin deserve so, so much.

We, who put fashion before function, we praise you, Austin Cooper!!

 

 

 

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A MeMe From Shannon!

I have been in contact with Shannon for over a year now. We clicked very quickly, and if I didn’t know better, I would have mistaken her for an Aussie. She introduced Lance and me to Maple Syrup..drool. Lance and Shannon’s son, Brendon were penpals for quite a while, but just like all good penpals, they stopped writing…however..we are going to amend that as soon as possible! Watch Mum’s inbox Brendon!!! :)

So my friend Shannon decided to tag me for a meme! I was quite honoured actually, being in Australia, I feel a bit out of the loop at times regarding Diabetes. I sometimes read posts and have NO idea about what they mean..our cultures are like chalk and cheese. So, I purposefully tried to give Shannon and her readers a splash of Australiarama. I hope you all still will come visit my blog after I post this…at least I was honest!

Once you’ve been tagged, you have to write a blog with 10 weird, random, facts, habits or goals about yourself. At the end, choose 6 people to be tagged, list their names & why you tagged them. Don’t forget to leave them a comment saying “You’re it!” & to go read your blog. You cannot tag the person that tagged you, so since you’re not allowed to tag me back; let me know when you are done so I can go read YOUR weird, random, facts, habits and goals.

1. When I was about 10, all I wanted in the whole world was an Alf doll. You know, the 80’s lovable alien that was in fact a “little person”inside a furry orange suit, who got up to all sorts of shennanigans with an All American family? Well I got that Alf Doll, and I loved it to death. 10 years later, my Mum pulled Alf out of the cupboard of shame-a chest of all of my childhood diaries, attempts at sewing, abyssmal attempts at home made Mother’s Day cards…you know the deal. I took it home and I showed it to my cat. Poor puss jumped four feet in the air, hissed and landed on the a rack of 100 CDs and was buried alive under my vintage Madonna CD collection. He hid for two days under my bed. Puss was psychologically scarred. Alf was banished to the cupboard. I later sold him on E Bay. Got 100 bucks. More than what my Mum paid for it. I took her to lunch with the profit I made from the successful new owner of Alf.

2. I have an obsession with tweezers. I carry them wherever I go. If someone has a stray eyebrow or an offending chin hair, I’ll pluck it. Same with pimples. The riper, the better. I have no issues whatsoever with busting open other peoples’ zits. I prefer my own though.

3. When I was 21, I won a karaoke contest with 3 gay boys. We sang “I Will Survive” in honour of our idol, Priscilla, she being of the desert. For Americans who have never seen Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, I thoroughly recommend. Guy Pearce, Hugo Weaving, Terence Stamp, all queening it up. It’s hilarious, darling!

4. As a poor and destitute Uni Student, I was living on 19 cent packs of generic brand noodles. ( Can I have some noodles with my MSG please?) Anyway, I was chatting to a friend one day, and he said to me, “You know, you have SUCH a sexy voice, you should do phone sex!” As a joke, grabbed the phone book and went through all of the phone sex agencies, and I offered my services to all of them. Afterwards, we sat back and cackled loudly at our childish prank……. About 5 months later, 6.30am in the morning, I was woken by a very insistent caller. I finally answered, and a hurried female voice replied, “Kate? You put your name down for work? You’re hired. Call this number in 5 minutes and then call me back on this number when he’s “through.” After the call, I was mortified at what had just occurred! However, the cash was the big lure. I could make hundreds of dollars a week, all by introducing Mai Ling, for fans of the Orient, Cinnamon, for the more suave, sophisticated gent, Brandy, the bucking bronco cheerleader from Montana and Katerina, a Russian immigrant lost and looking for love. I actually did an assignment for psychology about whether or not indulging in fantasy calls was considered socially unacceptable or regarding the married gents, if listening to a “voice” was crossing the line into infidelity, It got really sad when I discovered I was speaking to the same clients and they had no idea that “Brandy” and Mai Ling” were the same person. I felt guilty and my conscience gnawed away at me. I resigned, and breathed a sigh of relief. The “girls” were put to rest. Nevertheless, I made a quick 2 grand in a few months, just for saying “ooh” and “ahh” and “big boy” repeatedly, and watching movies with subtitles in my PJS whilst doing it!!!! (Sorry guys, I wasn’t in my leather thong like you wanted me to be….)

5. I am DYING to see Hugh Jackman with his whip on a horse in Baz Luhrmann’s upcoming epic, “Australia.” Even though Hugh doesn’t know it, we have been making eyes at each other for years.,..Sigh…

6. I am the only person with red hair in my immediate family. Then my brothers and sister had kids, and each got a “bloodnut.” I KNOW they secretly hate me for it. Being an Australian and a redhead is NOT fun. The nicknames are endless…the jokes and jibes are just torturous. Occasionally the odd lout will drive by in his ute and yell out “Carrot top!” to which I yell back “My hair’s not GREEN!” Lance is a very watered down version of a redhead…what we like to call “strawberry blonde.”

7. I just adore Australian slang. I was listening to two “sparkies” (electricians) who were doing some work at my house recently, their conversation was pure gold.

“Geez mate, this weather would kill a black dog wouldn’t it? Im dyin,ere! Cant wait to crack open a coldie when i get ‘ome. Yeah..watch the footie, bitta the news or somethin, and then probly hit the sack. I’m buggered. Ahhh no!!!!…the missus’ oldies are comin’ over for tea..ahhh geez…can’t get out of it or I’ll ave Cheryl on me back for the next bloody week…so i’ll just ‘ave to sit there and eat me grub and make an appearance, just for the missus’ sake, ya know? Bloody inlaws, always wantin’ to know too much about everythin.’ Anyway mayte, thanks for the chinwag, I’d better be off before Cheryl has me by the short’n'curlies! Hoo roo..yeah,..see ya mate.” If you need an interpretation..I’d be happy to translate. :)

8. I have a real, legitimate phobia. Billy Bob Thornton has a fear of antiques. Mine…CLOWNS. ARRRG. Just the thought of them sends shivers down my spine. When I think of a clown, I always envisage the one out of Steven King’s “It.” Sheer evil piece of work. You wouldn’t catch me near a circus for a million bucks. Shudder.

9. If I was a chick out of Sex in the City, I’d say I’d be Samantha with a hint of Carrie.. Spice Girls? Ginger Spice with a hint of Scary.

10. One day, when I am no longer housebound and shackled to Lance’s Diabetes, I am going to be just like Oprah and hire my own private chef, exclusively for Lance. That would be the biggest luxury in the world for me. I am SO not a hands in washing up water, tea towel drying girl… Lance’s idea of luxury is a visit to Legoland. It’ll happen one of these days. It has to.

I tag Dan, Lizzie, Janek, Kezza, Penny and James.

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BREAKING NEWS!!! WE ARE OFFICIALLY A NATION OF PUMPERS!

“After demands from parents, the government has agreed to subsidise the cost of insulin pumps for people aged under 18 with type 1 diabetes from November this year, at a cost of $5.5 million over four years.”

Balloons Always Make Me Smile

 

OUR FEDERAL BUDGET RESULTS WERE ANNOUNCED TODAY…..

I CAN’T BELIEVE WE DID IT!!!!

OUR CHILDREN WITH TYPE 1 DIABETES FINALLY HAVE A CHANCE TO LEAD AN INDEPENDENT LIFE, AND ENJOY GOOD HEALTH AGAIN!!!!!

WE COULDN’T AND WOULDN’T HAVE THIS RESULT WITHOUT THE POWERS THAT BE AT JDRF AUSTRALIA.

IF IT WASN’T 4.34am, I’D RING EVERY MOTHER OR FATHER WITH A CHILD WHO HAS DIABETES SO THAT WE CAN CELEBRATE!!!!

YOU BETTER KEEP YOUR WORD, KEVIN RUDD!!!! BUT FOR NOW-THANK GOD YOU ARE OUR PRIME MINISTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CONGRATULATIONS, EVERYBODY!!!!!!!!

 

 

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

 

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The 123 Belated Escapade

Ages ago,  Dan ,who has been receiving a lot of airplay between Lance and me on WDTID in recent times, (!!!!) tagged me to participate in a novel idea (I will never apologise for a good pun..) regarding the book on top of your bookpile.

Okay, so I have read some peoples’ responses…

“I don’t have a bookpile..”

In that case, grab the first book in your bookshelf whilst your eyes are closed.

The mandate: pick up a book, turn to page 123, read the first five sentences, then post the next three sentences.

The book on top of my nightstand bookpile ( I purposely abolish anything “D” related)  is written by a reformed heroin addict, an extraordinarily talented author who is responsible for the successful publication of three novels.

I bring you none other than Luke Davies.

Luke Davies . ABC News Online

~Luke Davies~

 He worked on a screenplay based on the book for many years with the acclaimed director of film, theatre and opera, Neil Armfield. It is the most tragic, raw and compelling love story I have ever had the pleasure of reading. It was his passion to bring this cult sensation to the screen, that passion was so intense and he captured the doom of addiction so well, it won him an AFI award for Best Screenplay.  ( AFI awards are our meagre equivilent to the Academy Awards.)

Due to the intensity of the real life horror concerning addiction,  experienced and witnessed by Luke who spent many years as a fully fledged heroin addict struggling to keep himself from spiralling into the dank and desperate streets of Sydney’s Red Light District,   Australian A Listers flocked to be cast as the main players.

 The casting was nothing short of pure perfection, the late Heath Ledger as the Leading Male and Abbie Cornish as the leading female..and an offbeat and eccentric Geoffery Rush was the cherry on top of the most amazing, alluring banana split you would ever have the pleasure of consuming, due to his very left of centre and slightly manic interpretation of a middle class, drug addled, gay pharmacist.

This work of Heaven, Earth and Hell is entitled Candy. (I received this book for Christmas in 2006, after passionately declaring to anyone who would listen that the film adaptation was my best cinematic experience of the year.)

~Heath Ledger and Abbie Cornish~ 

So, after turning to Page 123, and reading the first five sentences, I arrive at the three to be posted.

“The world feels fine.

When you’ve been hanging out and you have a hit and get that relief then at last you can think about things like breakfast. A chocolate milk and a jam donut. “

What a shame that those sentences don’t really capture a lot of intrigue…I was hoping that I would be lucky enough to inspire at least one person to rent the film or buy the book. (The book is much, much better and frighteningly more “real” than the movie.)

So there we have it. Very belated, but completed all the same.

  Candy. By Luke Davies.

www.allenandunwin.com

Expertly maps the constricted corridor of love and addiction…a stunning novel.

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My Jelly Baby Hero.

In this post, I wanted to write about my favourite Uncle Dan

\My Mum did an interview on ABC South East Queensland radio on Friday over the phone. I watched her and listened to her. She explained to everybody that was listening how important the Jelly Baby is to a person with Type 1 Diabetes. (Even my Pop was listening at his home and he was so shocked to hear his daughter talking on the radio!!!)

The lady that interviewed Mum said that I had become the “Face of Diabetes” in our city!!! This means that I can help people with Diabetes who are too shy, sad or sick by raising money for  medicines and better equipment, and giving them hope by promising that I am going to try my hardest to help scientists by giving them money that I raise, and educating politicians about what we have to go through every single day.

Kevin Rudd is the Prime Minister of Australia.

I saw him on the news recently on holiday in China.

People with Diabetes can go on holidays to China, but they can’t leave their Diabetes at home.

It is with you for life.

When I go on holiday, my Diabetes supplies and emergency kit is bigger than my luggage. It’s more important too, a thousand times more important, in fact.

It takes up so much room and time no matter where you go or what you do.

I think that sometimes people forget that.

I would like to sit down with Kevin Rudd and tell him about kids with Type 1 Diabetes and what they go through.

(Oh, and even though I know this man will NEVER read this because he was a stranger, but I just wanted to say, that when you were talking to my Mum and me about Type 1 Diabetes, and you told my Mum that she needed to “toughen me up with a good few wallops and that would see me better in no time,” you made me so mad.  Sad at the same time as well.)

(I thought my Mum was going to chase you she was so furious.)

We sat down on a bench together and we were angry for a few minutes, and then we laughed at how silly you were to think that hitting or punishing someone would make their Diabetes go away.

When I come to think of it, it’s the funniest concept I’ve ever heard!

\Then there are the people like my Uncle Dan. He is the type of man who would help anyone with an illness, even though he isn’t well himself. He helps charities and uses his own free time. He lives in Sydney and goes to University there. He would talk to anyone who needed help. He has a heart that is so big!  He is a member of JDRF, and he always emails us if he has heard any new exciting information about a cure. ( He is my Mum’s Info Tech Guru and brother. He makes my Mum laugh a lot, and sometimes when she has been looking after me all day when I have had a severe hypo, I don’t hear her laugh at all. If Mum talks to Uncle Dan though, her spirit comes alive again. He knows a LOT about computers!!!  He would do anything to see me free from Type 1 Diabetes. ( I would do anything to see him free from his pain too.)

 I know how much he really does love me now, because he sat down and actually made out a donation for me to go towards Jelly Baby Month. That was one of the most special things anyone has ever done for me. I will remember that when I am an old man; how my Uncle Dan helped out my charity, for me.

If every person with Type 1 Diabetes gave $1, we would already have over $140 000. Scientists and researchers could do so much with that!!! Donations don’t need to be big. Even $1 is one dollar closer to helping buy some important equipment.

I love you Uncle Dan. Last year, JDRF sent me a certificate that said that I was a Jelly Baby Hero.

This year, I am passing the title onto you.

Note from Kate:

If you are not in Australia, or you like to do your shopping online, JDRF have an online store that displays all of the merchandise that is available during Jelly Baby Month.  There is nothing over $10 in value, however there are some items that would make terrific gifts or even stocking fillers for Christmas time. (Any purchase over $2 is tax deductible.) The funds from any purchase made goes directly to JDRF Australia, who offer the best Diabetes research and support for children like Lance, and the tens of thousands of fellow sufferers who live with Type 1 Diabetes in Australia.

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May Is JellyBaby Month-Help Us Raise A Million Dollars For The Best Diabetes Research!!

It’s that time of year again!!!

Each May of every year, JDRF Australia and the Type 1 Community celebrates Jelly Baby Month.

The humble Jelly Baby has become quite the unsung hero, even pulling Lance out of a severe early morning hypo at 7am this morning!!! (8 Jellybabies later, and I could gradually see my son returning from the brink of unconsiousness.)

Every year, thousands of JDRF staff, Youth Ambassadors, JDRF Advocates, volunteers and many other generous souls go doorknocking, approach hospitals, businesses, passersby, friends and family, selling packets of Jelly Babies, pens, keyrings, teddybears-all baring the simple but poignant message:

Jelly Babies Save Lives.

Last year, almost $858 000 was raised in the month of May. This year, for the tenth anniversary of Jelly Baby Month, JDRF is aiming for $1 million, that would be donated directly to finding a cure!!!

How can YOU help??? If you shop at any of the 700 Woolworths/Safeways stores within Australia, you will notice at the checkouts colourful boxes, jam packed with the “Jelly Baby” featured everywhere, as well as groovy, fun examples of colourful, exciting merchandise. All products are $10 or less, and anything over $2 is tax deductible.

Amcal Chemists,Medibank Private and Wendy’s also help us out by selling our merchandise.

Who do you contact if you want to make a donation on behalf of a loved one with Type 1 Diabetes???

Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation — All States (Australia)
Tel 1300 363 126
Email
info@jdrf.org.au

(If you would like to support make a donation exclusively in Lance’s name, please contact our Queensland JDRF Government Programs Manager :)

Queensland - Georgina Duncan on (07) 3221 1400 or gduncan@jdrf.org.au

If every person with Type 1 Diabetes donated $1, we would instantly have over $140 000. ( In 2007, Lance and I raised $2500 on our own, simply by doorknocking from house-to house in our neighbourhood!!!!!)

This is a fantastic project to get involved in. If your children receive pocket money, how about suggesting that they contribute just $2 during JellyBaby Month, explaining that people with Type 1 Diabetes must have numerous needles AND fingerpricks, in order to survive?

Jelly babies save lives – and so can you!

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Musings With Daena-She’s Back!!

When I first started writing for “Why did the Insulin die?”, a girl with a smile from the angels replied to me and we used to write to each other every now and then. She used to make me feel really special about myself. She was at Uni, so I knew she was busy a lot.

On Sunday, I asked Mum if we could look at her blog. (Her name is Daena.)

It said that it was closed down. I was so sad, as I knew I would never probably find her again.

She lived in Australia for a long time, so as far as I’m concerned, she has a big piece of Aussie in her. :)

Would you believe…this morning, I got a message from her! I was actually yelling I was so excited!

She has changed her blog name!

I decided that I should let everyone know her new blog name, because apart from a few others’, she is one of my favourite bloggers. She is real, and honest: I can tell from her writing.

Her new address is:

www.sugar-free-musings.blogspot.com

(Her old one was www.musesandbabbles.blogspot.com) If you go there, you are IN THE WRONG PLACE!!

Thank you so much, Dae, for not forgetting me, and you are now on my blogroll, so that other people can find you, too!

Just so you know, Dae has Type 2 Diabetes, but she still feels hypos and hypers and has to take medication. She goes through a lot of what we all do. She is only a little bit younger than my mum, and she is a really awesome girl.

Please go and have a look at her site: She has a very distinctive writing style. She never uses capital letters. It looks very effective.

Thanks everyone!

www.sugar-free-musings.blogspot.com

I’m so relieved that you are back Dae!

 

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Behind Every Man Is A Good Woman-An Expose Into The Lives Of Two Women Fighting To Protect Their Loved One’s Survival.

I was blessed to meet Liz Yarker by sheer accident just over a year ago. From our very first conversation, we immediately clicked. In fact, two hours later, I was so overwhelmed that I had just listened to a stranger describe my life as a carer of a person with Diabetes. We silently established a strong and incredible friendship that night.

We still have that special “chemistry”, Liz and I. We are both passionate Diabetes Advocates, and would go to the ends of the earth to make life easier for each other. Liz’s husband, and my dear friend James, suffers from an incredibly complex, rare, challenging and cruel endocrine condition, known as APECED. He has numerous life threatening conditions- Type 1 Diabetes and Addison’s Disease to name the worst of many. His life depends on constant insulin infusions, and consuming countless tablets a day. Liz has recently had to make the difficult decision to stop working, as James’s condition has become even more vulnerable, and without her constant care, she was petrified of coming home and finding him unconscious..or worse. She would often have to call work just as she was due to commence and inform them that James had suffered a severe hypoglycaemic attack and needed constant care for the rest of the day.

Fast foward to the past month…more health concerns have arisen. Liz and James are absolutely inspirational considering the devastating news that they were bludgeoned around the head with. Liz and I are both young women, who have bright futures ahead of us. However, it has been only recently that we realised that we are very much trapped…alone..and isolated. (Liz lives at the bottom of the Southern Henisphere in Tasmania, whilst I am residing near Brisbane. We rely heavily on MSN Messenger to communicate!) We compiled these questions together, and answered them individually. Being a carer of a 24 year old man, or in my case, a seven year old boy may sound like a slight inconvenience. This interview has been compiled and published to crack that myth wide open, and so that others’ can get an insight into what we do to on a daily basis to keep our loved ones’ alive.

Lizzie, describe yourself in five words..
Impatient, friendly, reliable, loving and caring

How has being a carer for James changed who you are, and where you thought you would be as a 26 year old woman?
I feel like I am more of a nag than I would like to be. I thought that at 26 I would be working full time as an Occupational Therapist. I recently got approved for the carers pension and I was so excited! I never thought I’d be so excited to be on a pension.

Do you feel that people who aquire Diabetes at a stage of life where they don’t need full time care are aware of what goes into caring for James?
I don’t think many people at all are aware of the care I provide.

How difficult is it for you to have time that is specifically set out for YOU?

Almost impossible. I don’t really have any time for myself at all anymore. Whenever I am doing anything part of my brain is thinking about where James is, what he is doing, if I can hear him – and if I can’t is it because he is just being quiet or because he is unconscious.

Do you feel naked without a glucometer in your handbag? Yes! My handbag has at least quadrupled in size lately. I never go anywhere without a glucometer, glucagon, solu-cortef, a can of drink and a few muesli bars.

Do you think that if a group of twenty people of various ages and backgrounds were asked about Diabetes and what they knew about it, that they would consider it ridiculous for a person with Type 1 Diabetes to receive a carers payment?

Yes. In my experience most people who have any knowledge of diabetes think that it’s a simple matter of changing your diet, having a tablet, or at worst injecting some insulin and you are ‘fixed’.

When you are so used to picking up the pieces of a severe hypoglycaemic attack where the reading is between 1 and 2mmol/L, does it frustrate you when you hear or read about other’s who talk about a hypo, and catagorizing it as ’severe’ and their blood sugar level reading was 5mmol/L, do you feel like you are talking about the same condition?
It is very frustrating! I think the thing that annoys me the most is that it makes me so jealous! I would love to be able to complain about a severe hypo of 4 or 5!

How do you feel when you receive almost no support from diabetes specialists? I don’t expect support from diabetes specialists, I feel that they don’t really know what it is like to live with diabetes as another member of the family.

Would you justify that the following statement is correct? James’s diabetes as a whole is almost like a fingerprint-in other words, no two cases are the same?

It is correct.

What do you hope that the future holds for you and James? I hope that we can both get back to work. It’s probably an unrealistic hope but it’s still my hope.

If you were not on alert continuously, do you believe that James could get through the day without you? Yes and no. I reckon he could make it through one day – if he didn’t have a hypo or an Addisonian crisis, and he remembered to have his tablets. However, the chances of this happening is pretty slim so no.

Do you go through periods where you feel like you are totally overwhelmed with so much see-sawing and sleeplessness? Yes. I get frustrated and annoyed at APECED. I get cranky when I am sleep deprived and so that doesn’t help matters.

How does your role of caring impact on your role of being James’s wife? Caring comes first. When we are talking and something doesn’t make sense, I think about his level.

Can you go out by yourself without making contact with James to ensure that he is ok? No! I have to message him or ring him to make sure that he hasn’t gone to have a sleep and his level has dropped. When I was working I used to have my mobile on me all the time so that I could check in.

Do you have the ability to vent your frustrations and fears about living under such vulnerable circumstances? I vent to you, Katey, and to Dan. I sometimes vent to James – but that is hard and it is usually only when I am incredibly frustrated. It is hard to talk to James about my frustration and fear without him feeling like it is all his fault and I make sure he knows that it’s not him I am frustrated with.

Do you believe that a General Practitioner would have any idea about what your life is like as a carer for James? Our current GP does. He is really good and knows how much care James needs. Normally though I wouldn’t believe that a GP would know what I do. Considering they mostly have never heard of APECED, the wouldn’t know how much work it takes.

Do you feel like you have Type 1 Diabetes? Yes. I actually think it would be much easier for me to handle if I had it, rather than being a carer for someone with it.

Because you can’t FEEL what a hypoglycaemic episode is like, do you feel discriminated against by the diabetic community because you don’t have diabetes, yet you treat them constantly and help James to pull through them? YES! I may not have physically felt a hypo but I know the symptoms, I have used glucagon, I know how to treat a hypo, how many carbs to give. I do the work to fix the hypo. I get hurt by comments made when James is hypo and then have to try and forget them because they aren’t ‘real’ comments, they are the comments of a sugar deprived brain.

Does anyone else with Diabetes have the right to make assumptions about how James is reacting to a hypo? No. No one with diabetes knows how anyone else with diabetes experiences the condition. They have more right than someone without diabetes, who has no real knowledge of it, but they still have no right. Did that make sence?

Do you have a instant kindredship with other carers of loved ones with Type 1 Diabetes? Not always… it depends on how diabetes affects their loved one. If they are the carer of a person who has ‘severe’ hypos of 4 – then I have little in common with them.

What about carers who call themselves Type 3 Diabetics? How do you feel about that? I don’t know anymore how I feel about type 3 diabetes. I feel like James’s diabetes is also my diabetes, so how could he have type 1, and I have type 3. It’s a clever name and does help to explain the extent that carers are affected by diabetes, but I think that it will add to the confusion over the types.

Do you feel that carers get enough support? No. I think that carers of people with severe physical disabilities get more support – with respite available to them, but people who care for people with diabetes don’t get enough support.

Do you feel that the visually disturbing, heartbreaking and challenging situations that present themselves in a person with Diabetes would be enough to traumatise their carer? For sure. It is very traumatic to see your loved one unconscious – and to have to try and calmly deal with it is impossible. Knowing that each time we get into bed, I could wake up with James unconscious next to me, makes me never want to go to sleep.

Do you think that the diabetic community take into consideration situations such as: sitting on top of your thrashing child to give them a sugary drink, administering glucagon injections to a person who is clearly conscious and disorientated, receiving physical injuries whilst trying to treat a hypo, or even being all alone with no one to help you whilst you wait second by second for James’s eyes to flicker open? I think they think about it, they are grateful for people who help them, but I don’t think they stop to think about the affect of their hypo on their loved ones. I don’t think that they CAN think about it – because I know if I was in their shoes I wouldn’t want to consider the impact of my condition on my loved ones. It is horrible that people need to go through hypos and experience the after effects of them, but carers go through a lot too. I am the one who gets hurt by comments made when hypo, I am the one who has to stick a huge needle into James’s leg, I need to put him into the recovery position, I have to watch to make sure he keeps breathing, I need to watch the clock to know when to ring an ambulance if the glucagon doesn’t work, I need to check James’s level every minute to see which direction it is going, I need to get the soft drink and straw and make sure James is able to drink it without choking on it. I am responsible for saving his life – and I am expected to do it calmly. While all this is happening James has no idea what is going on. His first idea that anything different has happened is when he wakes up and sees the glucagon box.

Because you don’t have diabetes, do you feel as if you don’t have the right to make comments or compare situations with those that do have diabetes? I feel that my comments aren’t taken seriously and that I don’t know what I’m talking about – but I still make comments and compare situations.

Does the carer’s allowance seem paltry to you, considering how much of your day is devoted to caring for James? YES! Carers live off a wage that is $200 less than the federal minimum wage yet we work 24/7. When I was working I was getting paid more than I do now – and I was only working part-time!

Do you have anyone who could step into your shoes if a situation arose? Not in Tasmania. If anything major happened I know that my family and James’s would try to step into them – but so much has changed with his care lately.

Do you fear for your own health and safety, knowing how much James depends on you to survive? Yes. I worry about getting sick and having to go to hospital myself.

When you are asked to provide your job description, and you reply “full time carer”, do you feel as if people are quietly judging you and James? Well in this case I am lucky to live in Tasmania. Before I had to stop work I worked as an assistant nurse in a nursing home – a position which is referred to as a ‘carer’ here in Tasmania. So people assume that’s what I still do.

Despite your complete devotion and adoration of James, on your 21st birthday, what dreams and hopes did you have for yourself at this stage of your life? When I was 21, I was still studying Early Childhood Education so I guess I thought I would be working as a teacher in a long day care centre, and probably have a kid of my own by now as well. I definitely never thought I’d give up work at 26 to become a full time carer to my husband.

When James needs hospitalization, how does it make you feel when hospital staff ask you what “you would do in this situation” or ask you to monitor BSLs?

As James has a very rare and complicated condition, I actually prefer if they ask me what to do – because they mostly have no idea of what needs to be done! This is a bit distressing – but it is unrealistic to think that every doctor and every nurse would know about APECED considering its rarity. We haven’t been asked to monitor BSL’s but I do. I also usually have to remind the nurses to complete all the necessary observations which makes me worry about what happens when I go home.

Do carers have a light at the end of the tunnel to look forward to? Realistically probably not. I like to hope that there is, but for me my job will only end if someone discovers a cure for diabetes, Addison’s disease, hypoparathyroidism, and pernicious anaemia! Carers of children can hope that as the child grows up they will be able to take over more of their own care, or that they will find someone who loves them and will care for them. Other than that the only way a carer will stop caring is when the person they are caring for is no longer around – an outcome none of us want to think of.

Does the average Australian give enough credit to an everyday person who has given up their quality of life to ensure that their loved ones are cared for appropriately? No. And that is reflected by the state of carer payments.

Does the term “carer” equate to “unemployed” in the opinions of some?

Yes.

Professor Robert Cummins (Deakin University) says of the results of his study into carer wellbeing: “We have been doing research in this area for more than six years … and I’m not aware of any group that has ever been found to have a wellbeing score as low as carers”. Professor Cummins also said that the average wellbeing score for Australians sat between 73 and 76, while the average score for carers was 58.5; for those who resided with their frail, disabled or mentally ill spouse, parent or child, the score was 58.4.” What do you think contributes to this? Most carers don’t choose to be carers. They have the job thrust upon them when something causes their loved one to require care. I think that the lack of choice, coupled with the restrictions imposed upon then as a result of caring, result in lower wellbeing. Carers are isolated, and live on a wage that is lower than the federal minimum wage, they work when they are sick, work overtime, and they feel guilty when they take time out for themselves.

When you describe yourself as a carer, have you had the experience where people assume that James is disabled or mentally retarded? As I mentioned earlier people in Tassie assume that I am a worker in a nursing home when I say I am a carer!

How much of your day is taken up by carer responsibilities? All of it. Even when I am doing other things I am thinking about James, what his level is, what he is doing, what he has eaten, why he is quiet, did he have his tablets?, when did I last put his eye drops in and therefore when is he due for more eye drops, did he bolus for the food he ate, is his infusion site working, when does that need changing again?

Do you think James is aware of how much stress, time and commitment is required to perform you daily duties? Yes he is. I try to make sure he knows… in a way that doesn’t make him feel bad about how much stress I feel.

Have you ever had someone flat out disagree with your knowledge of diabetes and how it affects James? Yes. Especially disagreeing with my knowledge. Being a carer in a nursing home was frustrating as the RNs had the final say and would question my ability to treat hypos in the elderly residents. I remember once being on nightshift and having to argue with the RN on duty to perform extra BSL checks overnight on a resident who had just started a new long acting insulin. She refused to believe that I knew anything about the insulin – even though she knew James has diabetes.

When you have concluded reading this interview, Liz has probably performed one of her many duties that so many take for granted. Her mind may be racing with thoughts of how the next hour will pan out. It’s NEVER ENDING. There are no holidays, no time off, no special privileges.. it’s a constant battle against the revolt in James’s body that causes these reactions to occur. At the age of 26, Lizzie is nothing short of a heroine that I have grown to admire and cherish.

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