A few weeks ago, Mackenna and I were driving home from an ice cream date and she was asking some questions about her great grandparents. I told her a few things about them and talked about how she’d get to meet all of them in heaven some day. The conversation continued on something like this… “So […]
He wasn’t supposed to be. We were done having children. Not surgically done having children, but with three active kids already and our unwelcome fourth “child”: type 1 diabetes, we had no room for another child. We were done. Our youngest was almost four years old. He was potty trained. We had gotten rid of […]
Memorial Day 2017. We were at the beach. The kids were playing in the sand and we just sat back. We had our eyes on them, but they were old enough to play safely on their own and we were enjoying our adult conversation free from interruptions. They were 8, 6, and nearly 4 years […]
Four years ago today, the bottom fell out from beneath my feet. “I have good news and bad news,” the doctor said. “The good news is that Mackenna is going to be just fine. The bad news is that she has type 1 diabetes.” In some ways, I knew what that diagnosis meant. But four […]
This morning I stopped at the pharmacy to pick up Mackenna’s insulin. I gave the pharmacist her name and birth date and when he came back from the refrigerator with the box of insulin, he paused. He glanced at me and then back at the paper stapled to Mackenna’s box of insulin. Then he said, “Are you aware that this […]
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