Me and My Money…a child’s story of diabetes

M&M Cover 300 small

Copyrighted in 2012, Me & My Money…a child’s story of diabetes, took two years to write…

From birthing thoughts, jotting ideas, typing a manuscript, carrying a daily journal, contacting an illustrator,  building the manuscript, proofreading and editing again and again and again and…you get the idea…this dream came to fruition.  It had do be done.  There is no other book like it — as far as my research goes — that reflects, mimics, or encourages diabetic children, T1Ds.  The book is now available to the general public in paperback form.  Celebrate!!

Submitting to a marketable world with a targeted audience, networking, promoting, speaking, through the main character, Kali with her dog, Money, brings attention to the increase of diabetes in animals – up 300% this past decade!

Through the wonderful insightfulness of illustrator Amy Pichly-Meyer who is responsible for the clarity of expression with the cover design, along with all 37 colored  illustrations, this book was built for you.  I am thankful for her friendship and abilities.

Briefly, the main character, Kali, is presently a fourth grader.  She was diagnosed with diabetes at the age of two.  Her rapid growth with blooming and wizened independence results from learning how to take care of herself.  Wayne, a best friend, knows her very well and together they embark on adventures through Wayne’s hobby, their separate and shared responsibilities, mutual friends, and more.  But Kali cannot forget her special pack!  She must carry this with her everyday, everywhere.

This book, along with the recent publication of Me & My Money Too…a child’s story with diabetes, are tools to understanding this disease.  Minute-by-minute self-care is introduced and forthcoming in this illustrated, easy-to-read chapter book, 104 pages long, appropriate for 8 years olds and available at Amazon.com in paperback edition as well as Kindle e-readers.   Local bookstores carry copies as well as local libraries with requests.  Please enjoy the following Chapter excerpts…

Chapter 1, Book One

Due to keeping up with my chores, I occasionally have some change in my pocket.  That’s because my parents give me a weekly allowance that I can spend when I want.

“Make sure you spend wisely,’ Dad says.  I’m not quite sure what “spend wisely” means, but I think I do okay with what I have.  For instance, one of my friends from school, Wayne, asked me to go to the hobby store one Saturday afternoon.  Because it is school summer vacation time, we could go almost any time, depending on our parents.  However, Saturday’s are best.

Wayne and I go way back, to kindergarten.  He is the only red-head kid in our whole grammar school, never mind our fourth grade.  He’s a full blown carrot top with thick hair in wavy curls.  This makes him real easy to spot in a crowd.  The girls in our class like Wayne more than the boys do.  I think this is because he has good manners and is polite.  It is either that or his clear sky blue eyes that sparkle.  Even his eyelashes are orange, matching his hair.  Most girls I know like blue eyes.  I never thought about it much.  My eyes are dark brown to match my light brown and blonde streaky hair.

Wayne is a pale looking kid.  Most of the time, the only color on Wayne’s face is because of his tannish-brown colored freckles.  I swear, if he didn’t have freckles, he would be white as a ghost!  I tease him about that, pretending that I can’t see him sometimes.  We laugh.  He blushes all red and pink.  It’s funny to see.  Wayne is shorter than I am — for now.  He teases me about my long brown hair — so flat, so straight and thin.  “There’s nothing to your hair,” he tells me as he quickly flicks it in the air.  “You don’t even have to brush it.  Your hair just hangs there off your fat head,” he often tells me as if I need to be reminded. 

I think Wayne is jealous of my straight hair.  Brushing his hair is a struggle because it is very thick.  Mine is a lot easier because it is stick straight.  He hates when his mother brushes his hair because “she always pulls it out of my head,” he told me one time.  “And you have a chubby little pug-nose.  Not like my pointy one at all,” he compares.  “But you get a tan in the summer.  I don’t tan, I burn.  It’s awful,” he explains.  That is true.

One summer that I remember, his mother covered his face and arms with white suntan lotion so  he wouldn’t get burned while playing with me in my back yard.  He looked so funny.  That stuff made him smell like the beach.  I laughed at him.  He didn’t like that.  And after a while, the suntan lotion disappeared.  But we stayed friends.  He wears that stuff all the time.  Sure, I use it too, but when I forget to rub it on my skin, I don’t get too worried.

“I guess you look like your father,” I told him because I think he does.  “I look like my mother,” I said.  And that’s okay with me because my mother is beautiful.  My Dad’s okay looking — for a Dad.  Sometimes he has a moustache.  Mom told him to shave it off because it made her sneeze when they kiss.  Eeeuu!  Sneezing and kissing, yuck!

“Kali,” my mom called up the stairs.  “Wayne is on the phone for you.”

“Okay.  Thanks.  I’ll get it up here,” I told her.

“Hi Wayne.  Wassup?”

“Hey.  Can you come to the train store with me today or what?  I’m looking for a certain model train engine and I think the Viking Hobby Store will have it.”

Well, I have no particular interest in model trains, so I knew I wouldn’t buy anything but I would go along with him anyway.  This is a wise decision.  After all, he is my very best friend.  Very best friends do things for each other whether we need to or like to or not.  It was Saturday morning anyway.  Cleaning my room could wait until I got back.  I was thinking, planning.

“Mom, Dad, is it okay with you if I go to the hoppy store with Wayne today?  He thinks he found the perfect train engine for his set.  He wants me to go and help him check it out.”

“I don’t mind.  Is your room picked up?” Mom asked.

“Not all the way yet, Mom,” I replied.  “I can finish when I get back.  All I have to do is fold my clothes and put them away.  A load of my socks and some t-shirts are still in the dryer.”

“Well, all right.  Did you ask your father?” Mom wanted to know.  “And don’t forget to take a snack and some juice boxes with you.”

“I know.  I already have a pack of peanut butter nabs in my sack with some water.  I don’t know where Dad is.  I thought he was in the kitchen with you.  Maybe he’s in the garage.”

“Okay,” continued my mother.  “If you don’t see your father on your way out, I’ll tell him.  If you do, please remind him that we’re going shopping today.  Oh, are you and Wayne taking your bikes or walking?”

“I think we’ll walk.”  And out the back door I went.

Chapter 2

Wayne lives four houses away from me.  I took the short-cut over to his house through a wildflower field.  I often come here to pick my mother some flowers.  I like to pick flowers for her.  There are all kinds of wildflowers in this field: yellow ones, pink ones, purple ones with yellow centers.  I don’t know the names of these flowers, I just know they are pretty and Mom likes them.

After I met Wayne on the front porch of his house, we proceeded to walk to this particular ‘train store’ as he calls it.  It is really a hobby store that has lots of other things of interest besides trains.  I’ve been in there with one of my older cousins.  She was looking for some particular, special types of paint brushes made with camel’s hair.  I thought that was cool — paint brushes made out of a camel’s hair!  There are small glider planes in this store with hand-held motor devices; there are different kinds of wood burners and wood carving tools; there are even lots of different colored rubber fish bait things — lures.  I liked those because they are shiny, squishy, and they squiggle.  Things that would attract a fish — go figure!  Wayne had been going on about a certain model train engine he saw in here a while ago.  It took him weeks and weeks to save up his allowance money to buy it.

“Hey, before we walk too far, is your insulin pump filled up?” Wayne asked.  “I hope it doesn’t beep like crazy while we are out.  I would hate to have to leave early so you could fix it.”

“Yes, it’s fine.  I filled it up with insulin yesterday morning and changed the needle site.  We are good to go!”  I planned this on purpose.  I knew he would ask.  I am diabetic.  Wayne knows.  Among many other things, I do take care of myself and my diabetes.  I have to test my blood sugar levels many times each day.  Diabetes is a disease that causes me not to digest food properly.  Because of that, I wear an insulin pump.  I used to have to take insulin shots before I got the pump.  Having the pump is much easier.  An insulin pump squirts insulin into my body, automatically, a tiny bit at a time.  A “squirt” is maybe the size of a pencil tip or the size of a period at the end of a sentence.  My parents had to give me insulin shots before I learned to give them myself.  I still keep syringes handy, in case the pump breaks down for whatever reason.  This is called having “Plan B” which is important. 

Read more of Kali’s young life with diabetes in “Me & My Money…a child’s story of diabetes.”  Available at Amazon.com.

Obsessive Comparison Disorder by Madeleine Kando

Jan 14, 2019, 8:45 PM (3 days ago)

The eye doctor looked at my chart, then looked at me. My right eye was bloodshot, red as red can be. Like a vampire’s eyes. She placed the chart on the desk and said: ‘Your chart says that you are 75, is that true?’ 

‘Of course not’ I was tempted to reply. ‘I only wrote that so I would get preferential treatment. People give up their seat in the waiting room, open doors for you and don’t strike up annoying conversations, thinking that you are gaga anyway.’ Instead, I said: ‘Yes I am 75’.

You look great for your age’ the doctor said, as she told me to put my chin on the chinrest and peered into my bloodshot eye through the retinal camera. As I was trying to avoid eye contact with someone whose face is a few inches away, I wondered if she looked good for her age. I had no access to her chart, but if she was 50, she looked terrific; if she was 40, she wasn’t too bad looking, but if she was 35, she looked downright awful.

I wondered on what facts she based her statement about my looks. How is one supposed to look at my age? She was a pediatric doctor to whom I had been assigned on an emergency basis, so her judgment could not be based on comparing me with her other patients, who ranged between 2 and 7 year olds.

I couldn’t let it go. Sitting in my car after the appointment, I googled: ‘How is one supposed to look at 75’. Did you notice that Google never admits to not having an answer to anything? It didn’t say: ‘Sorry Madeleine, I do not know what a woman is supposed to look like at age 75’. Instead, it offered me numerous images of wrinkled, grey haired faces – faces of women I didn’t want to look like at any age.

My usually chaotic mind led me down a stream of consciousness path, and I started to wonder if we could know anything about anything without comparisons. How do I know I am a human? Without other humans around, I could be a cat walking on its hind legs, or a worm with 4 appendages. Would I know I am alive without all the dead people buried in the cemeteries? Ok, so I admit that comparisons serve a useful purpose. Without it, the world would be one big bowl of blended pea soup.

But you see, we have come to a point in our evolution where comparisons are running amuck. We, as a species, suffer from what some have dubbed ‘Obsessive Comparison Disorder’ (OCD), especially Millennials. It must be exhausting to have to adjust your self-image, not knowing who your are without a day to day, hour by hour, minute by minute comparison to your peers via Facebook and Instagram.

There was a moment in our evolutionary history called the ‘Ediacaran period’ (about 635 million years ago), when living beings spent their blissful lives as stationary and motionless creatures, anchored to the ocean floor. All they had to do was gently sway in the current, wait for something edible to float by and feed on it. They peacefully minded their own business, ignoring other stationary creatures, in a Zen like trance. Scientists actually call this evolutionary period ‘the secret Garden of Ediacara’. Comparing themselves to other Ediacarans was the furthest thing from their minds.

As professor of philosophy and deep sea diver Peter Godfrey-Smith explains in his book Other Minds: the Octopus, the Sea, and the Deep Origins of Consciousness: ‘Ediacarans’ lives seem not to have been lives of conflict and complicated interactions. It was a garden of relatively self-contained and self-possessed beings. Macarons that pass in the night.’ But good things never last, so after this heavenly period in the distant past of life on earth, nature came up with the bright idea of giving living beings the ability to move about. That was the beginning of our troubles. Once you go down that path, you are bound to meet other things that move and if you don’t want to end up as someone else’s lunch, you have to equip yourself with all sorts of claws, pincers and poisonous stingers.

You have to develop a tail and fins so you can flee and a nervous system that can process and react to what’s out there, and the whole dance starts to revolve around the relationship between you and the world. Gone are the good old Ediacaran days of navel staring, when all you needed to worry about was find a nice spot on the ocean floor and anchor yourself there for the rest of your life.

But even that wasn’t enough for busy mother nature. She insisted that some living beings, at a critical point in their evolution, should become self-aware. Once we were able to anticipate other creatures’ (usually evil) intentions, to read their mind so to speak, we turned this ability around and employed it to our own mind. Self-awareness was born.

Self-awareness is usually viewed as a positive trait, but why do we need to know that we know, instead of just knowing? Isn’t it enough to feel, without feeling about the fact that we are feeling? Did it give us an evolutionary advantage? Does my cat Emmy, know that she knows? She certainly knows a lot, but I don’t know if she bothers knowing that she knows. It does not serve any purpose in her life.

So, considering the current downsides to self-awareness, awareness of how much better off your peers are, how good or terrible you look for a 75 year old, our ability for self-awareness might be more harmful than beneficial.

I read that Obsessive Comparison Disorder diminishes with age. Soon, there will only be centenarians I can be compared to, and eventually I will be dead. That will be the end of my comparison troubles. Although, someone is bound to visit me in my coffin and say: ‘She really looks good for a corpse’.

Rush Introduces Insulin Access For All Bill

Jan 9, 2019
Press Release
WASHINGTON —Today, U.S. Representative Bobby L. Rush (D-Ill.) introduced H.R.366, the Insulin Access for All Act of 2019.  This bill, cosponsored by 33 members of the House Democratic Caucus, eliminates the cost sharing requirement under Medicare and Medicaid for insulin.
“This bill, introduced with significant cosponsors, addresses the appalling issue plaguing Americans who have one of the most devastating and debilitating diseases of modern times — diabetes.   There are many who simply cannot afford the insulin they need to live longer, active, and productive lives.  This legislation tackles that issue head on and ensures that those suffering from diabetes no longer have to pay out-of-pocket costs for insulin.  No American should go without life-sustaining medication,” said Rush.
This legislation was inspired by countless stories like that of Alec Raeshawn Smith, age 26, who died because he was forced to ration his insulin after he aged out of his parents’ insurance coverage.  Stories like this are further proof that we must do something to lower prescription drug costs.  “I am pleased to see that House Democrats’ agenda includes work on this vital and life-saving issue for the people,” said Rush.
A study by The Lancet Diabetes & Endocrinology journal predicts that by 2030, 79 million adults with type 2 diabetes are expected to need insulin to manage their condition and if current levels of access remain, only half of them will be able to be able to get an adequate supply.
Members cosponsoring this legislation include Representatives Alma Adams (N.C.), Karen Bass (Calif.), Joyce Beatty (Ohio), Sanford D. Bishop Jr. (Ga.), Anthony Brown (Md.), G.K. Butterfield (N.C.), André Carson (Ind.), Yvette D. Clarke (N.Y.), William “Lacy” Clay Jr. (Mo.), James E. Clyburn (S.C.), Danny K. Davis (Ill.), Val Demings (Fla.), Dwight Evans (Pa.), Marcia L. Fudge (Ohio), Steven Horsford (Nev.), Sheila Jackson Lee (Texas), Henry C. “Hank” Johnson Jr. (Ga.), Robin Kelly (Ill.), Al Lawson (Fla.), Barbara Lee (Calif.), John Lewis (Ga.), A. Donald McEachin (Va.), Donald Payne Jr. (N.J.), Stacey Plaskett (Virgin Islands), Ayanna Pressley (Mass.), Cedric Richmond (La.), Jan Schakowsky (Ill.), David Scott (Ga.), Robert C. “Bobby” Scott (Va.), Terri A. Sewell (Ala.), Bennie G. Thompson (Miss.), Bonnie Watson Coleman (N.J.), Frederica Wilson (Fla.)

Why English is so hard to learn by Marlene Cavis

“You think English is easy?  Check out the following:

  1. “The bandage was wound around the wound.
  2. “The farm was cultivated to produce produce.
  3. The dump was so full that the workers had to refuse more refuse.
  4. “We must polish the Polish furniture shown at the store.
  5. “He could lead if he could get the lead out.
  6. “The soldier decided to desert his tasty dessert in the desert.
  7. “Since there is not time like the present, he thought it was time to present the present to his girlfriend.
  8. “A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum.
  9. “When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.
  10. “I did not object to the object which he showed me.
  11. “The insurance was invalid for the invalid in his hospital bed.
  12. “There was a row among the oarsmen about who would row.
  13. “They were too close to the door to close it.
  14. “The buck does many things when the does (females) are present.
  15. “A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.
  16. “To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.
  17. “The wind was too strong to wind the sail around the mast.
  18. “Upon seeing the tear in her painting, she shed a tear.
  19. “I had to subject the subject to a series of tests.
  20. “How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend.

Heteronyms

“These are brilliant.  Homonyms or homographs are words of like spelling, but with mote than meaning and sound.  When pronounced differently, they are know as herteronyms.”

Found on the facebook page of English Professor June Gillam (JuneGillam.com), I needed to share this with you.  Consider this a lesson for today!

Sincerely, A. K. Buckroth

A Dog named Money

This brief blog regards my dog named Money, not cash-in-hand or monetary concerns.

Adopted in 2008 through a facility in Colorado at eight months old, his original name was “Buddy.” At that young age, he was more than willing to be loved, accepted, and happy.  Driving him home to California, his name was changed to “Money.”

Due to another family dog, a Bichon Frise name “Picasso” after the infamous painter, use of another infamous and favored painters’ name, “Monet,” came to mind. Hmm.  “Buddy Monet” or  “Monet Buddy?”  Wanting an attractive name change for selfish reasons, we knew an original name would bestow his belonging to our family.  Therefore, we settled on “Money,” “Money Buddy” to be exact.

Before arriving home on this pleasant yet long drive, repetitions of this name became gladly accepted. It fit him well and depicted a fun-loving and original character.

After licensing, chipping, neutering, and veterinarian visits, this black Labrador Retriever/Highlander Newfoundland puppy mix learned manners. For instance, his entering or exiting a doorway was paused to allow a human to enter or exit before him; he sat nicely while his food bowl was prepared or a cookie snack given; through daily walks, he encouraged his owners to exercise.  And the goodness went on.

On first impression, you’d think he was a Labrador Retriever with long hair and long legs. Gosh he was tall!  He ran with the wind and always found me when I hid behind a tree.  His paws were the size of those of a tiger, quite discerning through a wet or muddied print, giving an intimidating impression of his size.  His strength matched his girth at his climaxed adult weight of 104 pounds.  His kind, loving attitude and guard-like behavior matched his size.  There was a lot of love!

Grateful to have the insight to write an illustrated chapter book with Money as a main character, he will live long into infinity.

2018 saw a slow but apparent decline in his mobility ̶  dysplasia had sent in.  Oh no!  Comparable to arthritis in humans, this condition is painful.  Veterinarian prescriptions helped ease this scenario for a short time, allowing Money to walk but at a slower pace.  A healthier diet of brown rice, blueberries or a diced apple with diced carrots and fresh meat was also incorporated.  We were looking for a miracle.  However, he slowly became worse.  Experiencing the sight of him in pain, we made the tough decision to have his veterinarian give him peace.  Therefore, December 30, 2018, we said our loving, tender and tearful goodbyes.

Surrounded by his beds, his toys, his jackets, his food and water bowls, these items were laundered, cleaned and given to the Disabled American Veterans thrift store. Copies of Me & My Money… accompanied these treasures.  Money will never be forgotten.

Sincerely, A. K. Buckroth

Latest Book Release by A. K. Buckroth

Here it is, finally, the of My Diabetic Soul – An Autobiography Revised Edition by me, A. K. Buckroth.

This revision contains a sharper, cleaner context making reading easier; a wider page format providing wider page borders for ease of holding the paperback to read; a new TOC (Table of Contents) with chapter clarity; an easy-to-use Index for you to look up details; and, the best part…a new cover.  Sure, the cover still holds a depiction of a caduceus symbol, but it is now in blue, the international color of diabetes.

Yes, it remains available in paperback, e-book, and audio book through numerous retailers such as Amazon.com, Kindle .com, Nook.com, Smashwords.com, Audible.com…for your convenience.  Googling will assist you, of course.

I’m sure you will enjoy this revision as much as I did writing it!

Thank you for visiting Buckroth.com.  Please leave a comment and come back soon for further updates.  Also, look forward to upcoming updates in 2019 with my other books.

With my best regards…A. K. Buckroth

 

T1D Story-Book Set

Regarding the endless and heartfelt California wildfires with resultant calamities, 2018, monetary efforts to help displaced and wounded animals has been arranged through the NCPA (Northern California Publishers & Authors organization).

As one of many author members of this organization, I am happy and grateful to participate in this  multi-author book-signing fundraiser in the FieldHaven Marketplace, 454 F Street, Lincoln, California on Saturday, November, 24, 2018 from 11 am to 3 pm.  This will assist the FieldHaven Center with their ongoing rescue efforts and medical care of numerous animals affected by the Northern California wildfires.

Happily, I am donating three sets of books, three books per set, as they pertain to a diabetic dog:

  1. “Me & My Money…a child’s story of diabetes,” written by A. K. Buckroth, illustrated by Amy Pichly-Meyer.
  2. “Me & My Monet Too…a child’s story with diabetes, Book Two” written by A. K. Buckroth, illustrated by Amy Pichly-Meyer.
  3. “Kisses for Cash, Kali’s story…T1D meets T2D, Book Three,”  written and illustrated by A. K. Buckroth.

This series begins with Kali, an eight-year old T1D (Type One Diabetic).  Diagnosed with this disease at the age of two, she firmly believes she knows everything about this disease.  Until she decides to use her saved-up allowance to adopt a puppy, her responsibilities grow!  Appropriately naming the puppy Money, they become beloved friends.

Then something huge happens!  Through Kali’s knowledge of this disease, she has suspicions – suspicions that turn out right…Money is diagnosed with diabetes!

In Book Two, Kali, now ten years old, comes across more personal challenges and responsibilities that expand her knowledge of her and Money’s diabetes.  Courage continues with school, friends, projects, adventures, and necessary social adjustments.

Book Three introduces us to one of Money’s great adventures and what he finds in the nearby river.  Quite riveting.  Can you imagine what that could be?  That’s not all, oh no.  For one thing, Kali’s Grandmother, a T2D, comes to live with Kali and her parents.  Surprise, surprise, surprise!  Can you guess what Grandma does?  Well, this is where Cash comes to play.

As this particular Saturday has become known as “Small Business Saturday,” hopefully that will help with attendance.

For more information, contact the NCPA – www.norcalpa.org.

This event is about giving and helping innocent animals in their time of need.

Thank you for your support!
ML Hamilton,  President NCPA; Denise Lee Branco, author and event coordinator; A. K. Buckroth, author & participant.
Posted by Andrea Roth (aka: A. K. Buckroth)

“Hitting a Nerve: My Diagnosis Story” by TeganLane

 

The Faded Denim Dress:
As I sat on the floor next to my 3rd grade cubby, I carefully chose the thickest part of my tiny eight year old thigh, and pinched a few inches between my thumb, and index finger. “Does it hurt?” my class mate asked, as she intensely monitored my every move… cringing, wincing, squirming, knowing what was coming next. “Yes, of course, it hurts,” was the answer that came to mind, but instead, I shook my head, and with a down turned smile of sympathy “No, I’m use to it” were the words that came from my mouth.
I pushed the needle into my tender skin until I broke its first layer, injected myself with a roughly calculated amount of insulin, snapped the bright orange cap back onto the tiny syringe, threw my kit back into my cubby, and walked, with my slightly queasy friend, back to our elementary school’s cafeteria for lunch time.
My Mom tells me I was such a nervous child. Nervous and sickly… “you were scared of everything! Chronically anxious. I mean you were terrified of eve-ry-thing! I’m talking about two or three nurses having to hold you down to give you a shot. And Oh my God, loud noises. You seriously almost had a heart attack when the firetruck came to your preschool. I didn’t believe you’d be able to handle it…” —It’s been terribly hard being brave
It was the weekend before Halloween in 1996. My mom had taken my brothers, and I to stay at Lake Byrd Lodge, a spacious, wooden structure, built on the shores of Lake Byrd. “There was candy laid out for you kids all over the lodge,” my mom recalls to me. “Treats for Halloween. I didn’t notice anything funny about your behavior that weekend. You were eating a ton of sugar, but so was everyone else”
The following Monday we headed to my pre-school at Plymouth Congregational Church in Coral Gables, FL. My mom hadn’t remembered, but that morning was picture day… she was in a major tizzy about my less than perfect outfit. So, she grabbed me by my little hand, and dragged me to the church’s, “poor box.” As she shuffled through the pile of hand-me-downs something caught my attention, I was fixated on a faded denim dress. “This one,” I said to her, and she slipped me into the cloth I would remain in for the next seven days.
We stopped by my pediatrician’s office for a quick visit that afternoon when I came home whining about a tummy ache. After running some routine tests, Dr. Vega came in to our examination room visibly upset. “Do you or your husband have any chronic illnesses?” “No.” Mom answered. “What kind of diseases run in your family?” he pried on. “What’s going on here?” She questioned, “What’s wrong? You’re starting to scare me.”
When I arrived to the hospital soon after my blood sugar was in the 800s, the highest reading the Miami Children’s Hospital staff had ever seen. I was diagnosed with Type One Diabetes that day, when I was four years old
I remember being scared. I remember missing home. I remember all the people who came to visit. I remember my dad crying. And my mom being taught how to administer shots by practicing on an orange over, and over, and over again. But mostly I remember trick or treating through the pediatric ICU. That year I was a wolf.
I have never lived in a reality without needles, finger pricks, calorie counting, or portion control. It’s all I’ve ever known, and for that I am thankful. But as I’ve grown, lived and learned, navigated the complexities of life, I have realized the profound effect my diabetes has had on me, and how I’ve pretended for so long that it didn’t.
As a child the embarrassment I felt about my chronic illness was constant heartache. Like most young kids, I wanted so badly to fit in, not to be different, but I was, and I hated my disease for it, in turn I began to hate myself.

Diabetes Emergency Preparedness Plan from the Diabetes Disaster Response Coalition

“DO YOU OR A LOVED ONE HAVE DIABETES AND USE INSULIN?

“Make a plan to stay healthy during natural disaster or emergency.  Managing diabetes can be even harder when you are dealing with a major storm, loss of electricity, and possible evacuation from your home. Building a “diabetes kit” now can save a lot of worry and time when a disaster strikes.

“A checklist template is included for your use. Your diabetes kit can be stored in an easy-to-carry waterproof bag or container to hold the documents, information, and supplies that you will want to have with you.

“Important Information to Keep In Your Kit – Write down or copy the following:

Type of diabetes you have

Other medical conditions, allergies, and previous surgeries

Current medications, doses, and time you take them. Include your pharmacy name, address and phone number.

Previous diabetes medications you have taken

A letter from your diabetes care team with a list of your most recent diabetes medications, if possible.

A copy of your most recent laboratory result, like A1C results

Make, model and serial number of your insulin pump or CGM. Include pump manufacturer’s phone number in case you need to replace your device.

Doctor’s name, phone number, and address

Phone numbers and email addresses for your family, friends, and work.  Include out-of-town contacts.

A copy of your health insurance card  A copy of your photo ID  Cash

Source: Adapted from American Association of Clinical Endocrinologists (AACE) – My Diabetes Emergency Plan. 

For additional emergency preparation resources for people with diabetes, visit: http://mydiabetesemergencyplan.com/  and www.DiabetesDisasterResponse.org • Questions? Call 765-314-DDRC (765-314-3372).

Additional week supply (or more) of all medications, including insulin and Glucagon, if prescribed.  If you lose power and you have unused insulin, don’t throw it out!  In an emergency, it is okay to use expired or non-refrigerated insulin.

Protect your insulin pump from water.

Supplies to check your blood sugar, like testing strips and lancets. Don’t forget extra batteries!

Extra supplies for insulin pump or CGM  Cooler and reusable cold packs  Note: Do NOT use dry ice and do not freeze the medication

Empty plastic bottle or sharps container to safely carry syringes, needles and lancets

Items to treat high blood sugar such as pump supplies (infusion sets) and/or syringes

Items to treat low blood sugar (hypoglycemia), like:

Juice  Hard candy (not sugar-free)  Regular soda  Glucose tablets

Honey Glucagon 

Other Supplies to Pack

2-day supply of non-perishable ready-to-go food, like:

Pre-packaged tuna, beans, cheese and cracker snacks etc.

Nuts or nut butters  High-fiber/protein granola bars  Dried fruits

Anything according to dietary restrictions

A 3-day supply of bottled water (or more)  •  Toilet paper, tissues, paper towels, trash bags

Pen/pencil and notepad to record blood sugar, other test results and any new signs/symptoms

First aid supplies like bandages, cotton swabs, and antibiotic ointments or creams

Extra clothing, including socks and undergarments

Cell phone and charging supplies for phone and pump including battery pack

Flashlight and batteries

Other Recommendations

Make sure that all your vaccinations are up-to-date.

Choose a meeting place with your family in case you are separated.

Write down location and include in your kit.

Wear a medical ID or medical alert bracelet or other form of identification in case you are

evacuated to a relief shelter.

For children, write down name of school, address and phone number.

“NEED HELP?   1-800-DIABETES (800-342-2383) Contact The American Diabetes Association Center For Information, MON.-FRI. 9:00 A.M. TO 7:00 P.M. ET. Representative are regularly updated with information on how to access medical support, shelters, pharmacies and more.

EMERGENCY DIABETES SUPPLY HOTLINE: 1-314-INSULIN (314-467-8546). The DDRC hotline has been activated for physicians and health care providers to notify us of diabetes supply shortages and request support.”

Pray, Pray, Pray

“Why Catholics Say the Rosary”

“The Rosary as we know it was developed in the Middle Ages.  It evolved out of an ancient practice in which people who could not read Scripture recited 150 Our Fathers for the 150 Psalms.  Strings of beads, called ‘pater-nosters’ were used to keep track of the prayers.

“Over time, this practice merged with the Scriptures greeting to Mary (‘Hail Mary, full of grace…’) and with meditations on the lives of Christ and Mary.

“In groups or in a family, one person can say the first half of each prayer, while others respond with the second half.

“The Rosary is, at its heart, a biblical prayer, which is why Scripture verses are often used for meditation with each mystery.”

“How to Pray the Rosary”

  1. “Begin with the Sign of the Cross.  Pray the Apostles’ Creed while holding the crucifix (part of a set of Rosary beads.)
  2. Pray an Our Father.
  3. Pray three Hail Marys.
  4. Pray the Glory Be, announce the first mystery, than pray an Our Father.
  5. Pray ten Hail Marys (called a decade).
  6. Pray the Glory Be and the Fatima Prayer.
  7. Before each decade, announce the next mystery, followed by an Our Father.  For each set of ten Hail Marys (or beads on the Rosary string), pray ten Hail Marys while meditating on the mystery.
  8. After the five decades are completed, pray the Hail, Holy Queen and the concluding Rosary Prayer.”

In these 21st century days of strife and hardship, of neglect and forgotten promises, prayers are consoling to the human mind and soul.

When you need to know more, please let me know by leaving a comment.

Thank you…A. K. Buckroth

You’re Invited….

Come Walk With Me!  October 20th and/or October 7th.

Do you like to walk?  Would you like to walk with me and others, many of whom you know?  Many with whom you’ll become fascinated?  Acquainted?  Well, everybody’s got a story, right?

The following are Upcoming, 2018, Community Events, Family Friendly with a Wonderful Cause!

Walk4Literacy.org (google this link for all the informational details) has all the details you need to get involved.  As I say, “Four miles ain’t nothin’.”  Join me.  Be a part, a peice.

AND…

Know a diabetic? Love a diabetic? care for a Diabetic?

Walk.JDRF.org    October 7, 2018     AND/OR        JDRF.org/NORCAL  October 20, 2018

Through “Andrea’s Angels,” the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation is making fundraising climes toward a cure for diabetes.  Thorough details can be found in the links above.  “What’s a cuppla more miles?”  lol.

Cordially,

Andrea K. Roth (aka: A. K. Buckroth)