Type 2 Burnout: Wendy's Story

Wendy Pederson was one of the first people to contact me with a post after I announced the "Your Voice" project. Wendy is a facebook friend of mine, found through the legions of other D-friends we have in common.

She has a lot of d-related things going on in her life, but shared with me about her husband who refuses to sleep if she's had an alcohol beverage as he's afraid her sugars will drop

Meet Daniel

I met Taylor's mother, Vivian in the D-OC. She is my closest neighbor in the D-OC. Sadly I don't get to see her and her family as much as I would like. But in meeting Vivian, and her T1 son Daniel, I also met the other amazing members of the family, including Taylor, Sarah, and Paul. This family is amazing all in itself, but I wanted to ask Taylor to share about her brother and diabetes for the "

A Letter to Diabetes

Mary Lyn Schuh has been living with type 1 diabetes since age three. She has made it her mission – and her profession – to help find better treatments and ultimately a cure for type 1. Mary Lyn has gone from organizing her first fundraiser for JDRF when she was 9 years old (a “Quarter Fair” in her back yard with games that each cost 25 cents) to working as the Executive Director for the Middle

Endo Troubles

My next guest post is from a dear friend of mine. I knew her husband when we were in high school and had stayed in touch with he and his sisters. When he married Angel, she and I connected on MySpace (yes, it was that long ago....) and had several chats about living with T1. Since then, I've had a chance to meet her several times and love getting to spend time with her and her family. I asked her

Letting Go: My Mother's Story

This is going to be one of the hardest posts for me to put up here. I asked my mother to write something for the "Your Voice" project. I knew she would have the perfect words to say and I was right. I love my mom. She's one of my best friends and one of the most genuine and kind people I know in the world. Although I like to think I got some of my better traits from her, I still wish I could be

Diabetes: A Sibling's View

This blog post came to me from a very dear friend of mine that we'll call "Lola." Lola and I have been friends for over ten years and she is a amazing person. For a pretty decent amount of time after I met her, I had no idea that her older brother had diabetes. She never mentioned it. I think I actually found out when I went to her house (she still lived with her parents at the time) and her

Justice & Synsyre

A great D-OC blogger and wonderful D-mama, Alexis has been a fantastic person to get to know. Both of her children are superheros and I love reading her blog, Justice's Misbehaving Pancreas. Alexis never beats around the bush and always tells you exactly what she thinks (a noble quality, in my opinion!), which in turn makes her a FANTASTIC advocate for people with diabetes.


 I asked her if her

Things Were Simpler Then

I was diagnosed with diabetes on February 5, 1986. I was 4 years old. The home blood sugar meter had only been available for a few years. They were still the size of a brick, and horribly complicated to use. A finger prick was done by a lancet device that we in the D-OC affectionately *cough*sarcasm*cough* call “the guillotine.”

Insulin delivery was by needle (and thankfully, not by glass

The Motherload

Sherry Neergaard and I "met" on TuDiabetes several years ago. We were both members of the Tennessee Diabetics group. Then, a little over a year ago, an Adults with Type 1 diabetes support group formed in the Nashville area. I knew that it was going to be a drive for me (I live several hours from Nashville), but I wanted to try to be a part of the group if I could.

At the first meeting, Sherry

Diabetes: A Meter's Point of View

Shortly after I posted my first request for guest bloggers for the then untitled "Your Voice" project, a facebook friend, Jessica Munoz, contacted me with a great post. She was actually my first reply.

I'd like to thank Jessica for sharing her post and her time. :) Comment and leave her some D-OC love!


I wear a sticker that states “It’s just a number” but I can tell by her face it’s much