In this article, please take what you need and leave the rest – pertaining to the knowledgeable news.
The video is long. The verbage somewhat confusing if you are not a scientist or a researcher or a medical professional or student.
None the less, I need to share this positive news with you. It is hopeful for the cure of diabetes as well as other diseases.
Just sayin’….
A. K. Buckroth www.mydiabeticsoul.com.
http://us1.campaign-archive2.com/?u=513b92eb0bf6c17f06cca149d&id=172ff9b231
According to the following link, a short-read, states – but does not explain why – younger diabetics (yes, you T1Ds) are skipping visits to your endocrinologists.
I can only imagine what your excuses are. I’ve gone through them, all of them. I was a ‘younger’ diabetic. Now I am an old T1D.
http://www.endocrinologyadvisor.com/diabetes-patients-skipping-doctors-visits/article/396176/.
Too many of your excuses can lead to your lack of communication, your lack of self-care, your lack of complication avoidance, your lack of updates, your lack of reality with this disease, your lack of numerous etceteras.
Children, this is a fateful disease you live with, every minute of every day! Grow some self-respect. There are consequences for everything. They only get worse if ignored. I repeat: this is a disease that needs constant attention, constant policing, constant support.
Many – MANY – resources are avialable to you. You must look for them in your area, through your endocrinologist and/or general practitioner. You need to look for them, search for them. You don’t have to like them. But, if that is the case, there are others that will help you manage this disease. Whether in need of medical co-pays, or transportation to get you there and back, or time away from school (AB 504), or time away from activities, it is all up to you to manipulate your schedule and your care. You are important. Believe it.
Use diabetes as the factored reason to take care of yourself! It can be a blessing, truly, to keep you healthy – mind, body and soul.
Allright, enough from me.
So, did you make that appointment? What is your HbA1C these days? How’s your kidney? Liver? Thyroid? Adrenals? Leukocytes? Etc., Etc., Etc.
Take care…Just sayin’.
www.mydiabeticsoul.com
A. K. Buckroth
Searching and researching a comfortable conversation, a platform, to encourage T1Ds (Type One Diabetics) has finally been accomplished. Through the Joslin Diabetes Foundation, I found the following link that is full of vidoeos to share with all my readers. Please take a moment or two to view these. All the videos help to explain this disease in every possible aspect.
You see, when I was diagnosed in 1959, “juvenile diabetes” as it was referred to, was not an epidemic. Through the decades, it has surpassed epidemia and is now a pandemic. I know.
Thank you for your time. Please leave a comment at the end.
A. K. Buckroth.
This second chapter book continues the series – a trilogy, perhaps… …to reinstate the main diabetic characters: Kali, now ten years old, and her adopted dog, Money, now 2 years old.
My written attempts to express the life responsibilities, concerns and strategies of a T1D child and that of a diabetic dog are represented in this book.
Here is a ‘reminder’ excerpt that began this expressive and attentive book series. I am sure you will enjoy it. From Chapter 3, here we go…
“My family and I adopted Money during summer vacation last year. That was before I began fifth grade. Many months later, I noticed he was acting unusual – not eating, drinking a lot of water, peeing a lot, and not being his usual happy and active self. I knew he did not feel well. His breath was very stinky strong! Like dog food barf. Bad like that.
After telling my parents about what I saw and suspected, my mother made an appointment for the three of us – Mom, Money and me – to see Money’s veterinarian, Dr. Wooden. He is a nice older man that we met when we first got Money. He was very gentle with Money. I remember his hands and how he calmly touched Money during that first examination. He spoke gently to Money, telling him what a good boy he was, to stay still, and such. Dr. Wooden slowly, gently, glided his hands over Money’s body, feeling for anything that was not supposed to be there.
Once the examination was done, Dr. Wooden gave Money a couple of necessary vaccination shots like rabies, something listed as “bortadella” and another one so he wouldn’t get heart worms. That sounds awful, the heart worm part. I don’t like to think about that happening! Ick!
This time, I shared my concerns with Dr. Wooden regarding Money’s recent behavior. Dr. Wooden immediately told my mother and me that he would need to run some blood tests on Money.
Dr. Wooden listened closely to what I was telling him. I liked that. He asked me lots of questions about Money such as: “What did Money eat everyday and when? What type of exercise did he get? When did he sleep? Did I give him dog cookies or table scraps or both? How did he act in the morning — was he perky and happy or sleepy, lazy-like, uncaring?” I answered all his questions.
Dr. Wooden tested Money’s blood with a lancet (pricker) pen and a glucometer (blood glucose testing machine) that is similar to mine. I watched him but I do not know what that result was. After that first test, Dr. Wooden requested more extensive blood work right away! This meant that Money would have to stay overnight – in the hospital! Oh, that was awful! I did not want to leave him there. He cried and whined and pulled on his leash and jumped up and down when my mother and I were leaving. That made me sad. I cried a little.
On the way home, I knew I had to call Wayne right away. He’s my best friend and he knows Money. I just had to tell him. Once inside the door, I ran upstairs to my bedroom and found my phone. I sat on the floor next to Money’s bed pillow and I pressed Wayne’s number.
“Rriinngg, rriinngg.”
“Hello?”
“Hi Wayne!”
Hey Kali. Guess what I did on my train village set up? I didn’t have a chance to tell you in school today. I added some new pieces.”
“Wayne, Money is in the hospital,” I blurted.
“Whaaat?!” he exclaimed. “Why? What happened?”
I repeated the worrisome details, talking so fast I was out of breath.
“Geez, Kali,” Wayne responded. “Do you know when he’s getting out?”
“Yah. My mother and I will pick him up tomorrow after school,” I told him. “Dr. Wooden will tell us if anything is wrong.”
“I hope he’s not diabetic, Kali. If he is, will you have to give him shots?”
“Probably,” I answered. “But I don’t like to thing about that just yet. I miss my Money and can’t wait to get him home tomorrow.” My throat got tight talking about him.
“Money will be okay. Don’t worry,” Wayne tried to reassure me. “I’ve gotta get going on my chores and then my homework. I’ll look for you in school tomorrow,” Wayne told me.
“Yep, okay, me too. Bye Wayne. Thanks.”
“Bye Kali.”
Even though talking with Wayne made me feel better, I was still worried about Money. I couldn’t sleep. But I knew that Money was in the hospital for a good reason. Dr. Wooden and his staff were nice. I felt that I trusted them. I knew that Money would be well taken care of. But I missed him. I missed him bad.
The next day at school, I thought about nothing else but Money. I couldn’t concentrate on my school work. I was anxious and nervous. My belly was shaky inside. At one point, Mr. Wallace, our algebra teacher (whom we kids nicknamed “Scruffy Face” because of his beard) asked me to stay after class.
“What is wrong with you today, Kali?” he sternly asked lifting his bushy eyebrows. “You’re not paying attention.”
“My dog is in the hospital,” my voice quivered. “I’m worried about him.”
“Oooooh, I understand,” he said. “Well, I’m sure he’ll be all right. When do you get Him? Do you know yet?”
“Today, after school. My mother is picking me up so I won’t have to take the bus and we’re going to get him out and find out why he’s been so sick. I think he’s diabetic, like me, which means a lot of things. I know a lot about diabetes, but I don’t know too much about diabetes in dogs and I’m a little scared, I guess.” Phew, that was a lot to say in one breath!
“Mmm,” sounded Sruffy Face. “This is important. But I need you to concentrate on these new algebra formulas. These are important too. I have an aunt whose cat has diabetes. But Cupcake, the cat, is doing very well.”
“Does your aunt have to give Cupcake shots?”
“Oh yes, twice a day,” he said. “And Cupcake eats a healthy diet for a cat and is as happy as ever. Maybe a little too pudgy. But she is happy.”
“Thank you, Scruf- I mean Mr. Wallace. I’ll try my best to work on my algebra formulas.”
“Okay, Kali. I’ll see you tomorrow. You’re one of my best students, you know. I want you to continue to do well in my class.” he said with a smile as his long black, bushy eyebrows wiggled on his forehead.
“Okay,” I told him.
I felt better after sharing his news about my Money with Mr. Wallace.
After school that fateful day, my mother and I went to the animal hospital to get Money and find out what was done, along with any diagnosis. While seated in the office lobby for forever, one of Dr. Wooden’s nurses brought Money to us. Oh my gosh! He was so-oo-oo happy and excited to see us! Jumping up and down, licking my hands, sniffing my mother and me, his tail going round and round, we were happy to see him too!
“Dr. Wooden will be right in to see you,” the nurse said.
“Okay. Thank you,” replied my mother.
The three of us sat quietly, anxiously waiting for Dr. Wooden to come through the door. Money placed his bandaged right front paw on my lap, staring at me. I rubbed his leg and told him he will be fine, such a good boy, while kissing his head and rubbing his ears. The bandage caused him to limp a little. That spot was probably sore because Dr. Wooden had to take more blood. Also, that particular spot had been shaved to get access to a vein. I felt sad to see Money with a bandage. But I knew he was going to be better now. Like me, when I have to have a blood test every two months to show that me and my diabetes are staying balanced. Something called an HbA1c — H-B-A-1-C — test shows my average blood sugars during that time period. What I call “a good score” is 6.5%. I’ve been as low as 6.2% and as high as 7.1%. The highest number is 14%. That’s really really bad from what my doctor told me!
I don’t understand all of it. But I do know that keeping my blood sugars in the range of 80 and 120 is better than them being high, that’s for sure. It is very — very — hard to keep blood sugars between 80 and 120 day after day. I just do the best I can.
“Hello Kali, Mrs. Landgren,” Dr. Wooden said as he walked through the examining room door. Money went right over to him, smelling his coat, his shoes. “Good boy, Money. How are you feeling, huh? I bet you’re feeling much better.” I remember he petted and rubbed Money’s back and ears and Money liked that. Holding a file in one arm — probably Money’s medical record — Dr. Wooden looked at me, saying “Kali, you were right. Money has diabetes.”
Author’s Note….
This continuing story book not only gives highlighted attentions to T1Ds, but to diabetes in animals as well. According to my research, such a factor has risen 300% in the past decade.
Kali and Money are bonded through diabetes. They take care of each other which is experienced with loving dog owners worldwide. “Care” and “loving” are the keywords.
Revealing more of her young life experiences as a T1D, Kali and Money continue to be courageous in this second children’s book. Her family understands and appreciates what needs to be done on a daily basis – diets, exercise, insulin, and planning.
Approximately 140 pages long, this book – as the others – are appropriate for 8 year olds. It is as much fun to read as it was to write. I am delighted to have been able to prepare this for you. This story reflects many – not all – of the realities involved in the lives of juvenile diabetics/T1Ds.
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Just lettin’ you know…
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As a published author and writer, the use of synonyms and homonyms has been most beneficial to my writing tasks. They are also fun to use, fun to learn. However, I have seen and heard the confusion concerning synonyms and homonyms. Many people, especially elemental youngsters, do not know the difference between the two and therefore do not know how to use one or the other. Well, practice makes perfect and I would like to help…
The American Heritage Dictionary defines a synonym as ” a word that has a meaning identical or very similar to that of another word in the same language.” Furthermore, a homonym is defined as “one of two or more words that have the same sound and often the same spelling but differ in meaning.”
Repeat after me: “Homonym same, Synonym mean. Homonym same, Synonym mean.”
Why use them? The use of such words in your writing and/or speaking will keep you, your readers, and listeners far from boredom. Instead of using the same descriptive words, verbs, pronouns. or words of any sort in your text and/or essays and/or speeches, synonyms and homonyms will enhance your knowledge and increase the knowledge of expression between yourself and others.
Both types of words are actually fun to use. At least it is fun to me. But as I told you already, I am a writer and I’m always looking to express my typed word in a different manner. 😀 I try to keep my readers focussed with the attention on my message(s). Is it working?!
As a hint, the best way I always remember homonyms is with the word “same” — homonyms sound the same – as expressed in the above mantra. For instance, bear and bare, shoe and shoo, meat and meet, eye and I, new and knew, see and sea, slow and slough, night and knight, etc. The use of these words greatly depends upon the context of your sentence or sentences.
Click here: http://www.abcteach.com/free/l/list_homonyms.pdf
Here are more examples of honomyms taken from a Google search for your better understanding:
Angle: figure formed by two lines projecting from the same point; ALSO, to fish with a hook.
Groom: the guy marrying the bride; ALSO, taking care of one’s appearance.
Clip: to cut/shear; ALSO, to fasten together (a la paper clip).
Down: the direction opposite of “up;” ALSO, the feathers of a goose.
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http://synonyms-antonyms.com/synonyms-list.html — Words that MEAN the same…
Here are some examples of synonyms taken from a Google search for your better understanding once again: piece = part, item; plot = drive, guide, maneuver; theme = base, root, stem; etc.
I hope this bit (crumb, morsel, iota) is useful. With creativity, you can express yourself in words by changing nouns into verbs and vice versa using synonyms. Try it! A Thesaurua is a useful tool(implement, pawn, utensil)!
Just sayin’…
A. K. Buckroth www.mydiabeticsoul.com
Taken from The Evolution of Modern Medicine by Dr. William Osler © 2009 through Kaplan Publishing, New York.
“The end of the fifth decade [of the 19th century] is marked by a discovery of superme importance. Humphry Davy had noted the effects of nitrous oxide. The exhilarating influence of sulphuric ether had been casually studied, and Long of Georgia had made patients inhale the vapor until anaesthetic and had performed operations upon them when in this state; but it was not unitil October 16, 1846, in the Massachusetts General Hospital, that Morton, in a public operating room, rendered a patient insensible with ether and demonstrated the utility of surgical anaesthesia. The rival claims of priority no longer interest us, but the occasion is one of the most memorable in the history of the race. It is well that our colleagues celebrate Ether Day in Boston — no more precious boon has ever been granted to suffering humanity.
“In 1857, a young man, Louis Pasteur, sent to the Lille Scientific Society a paper on “Lactic Acid Fermentation” and in December of the same year presented to the Academy of Sciences in Paris a paper on “Alcoholic fermentation” in which he concluded that “the deduplication of sugar into alcohol and carbonic acid is correlative to a phenomenon of life.” A new era in medicine dates from those two publications. The story of Pasteur’s life should be read by every student. It is one of the glories of human literature, and, as a record of achievement and of nobility of character, is almost without an equal.
“At the middle of the last century [20th] we did not know much more of the actual causes of the great scourges of the race, the plagues, the fevers and the pestilences, than did the Greeks. Here comes Pasteur’s great work. Before him Egyptians darkness; with his advent a light that brightens more and more as the years give us ever fuller knowledge. The facts that fevers were catching, that epidemics spread, that infection could remain attached to articles of clothing, etc., all gave support to the view that the actual cause was something alive, a contagion vivum. It was really a very old view, the germs of which may be found in the Fathers, but which was first clearly expressed–so far as I know–by Fracastorius, the Veronese physician, in the sixteenth century, who spoke of the seeds of contagion passing from one person to another; and he first drew a parallet between the processes of contagion and the fermentation of wine. This was more than one hundred years befor Kircher, Leeuwenhock and others began to use the microscope and to see animalcula, etc., in water, and so give a basis for the “infinitely little” view of the nature of disease germs. And it was a study of the processes of fermentation that led Pasteur to the sure ground on which we now stand.”
This leads me to ask: Is diabetes due to a germ, an ‘animalcula?
As history repeats itself, I find this passage hopeful toward the cure of diabetes. As Massachusetts General Hospital is renowned for its research – among many other research facilities – it may be in the history books again with the cure! I look forward to and await its arrival.
Cordially, A. K. Buckroth www.mydiabeticsoul.com
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.
I am happy to share with you that I have been “awarded a 50-year Bronze Medal and Certificate to recognize the remarkable achievement of a successful life with insulin-dependent diabetes for half a century or more” from the Joslin Diabetes Center in Boston, Massachusetts. How many people do you know that have done that? I hope to be an inspiration to every diabetic as well as every person that has to deal with a life-threatening, terminal, disease.
Everyone knows someone with diabetes.
But everyone does NOT know about the Joslin Diabetes Center. This fact continues to amaze me since the organization was founded in 1952. The only one of its kind at the time, other organizations have repeatedly bloomed with the same underlying goal – raise money toward research for a cure of diabetes.
With that being said (written), here “are some facts about Joslin Diabetes Center’s Medal Program. The awards are presented on an ongoing basis to people with diabetes who have been insulin-dependent continuously for at least 25 years.”
“* To date there have been approximately 2,663 50-Year Medals awarded by Joslin Diabetes Center since the program started in 1970.”
“* Since the program began, in addition to the above, over 648 certificates have been awarded to people who have been insulin-dependent for 25 to 49 years.”
“* Joslin Diabetes Center has awarded 50-Yeart medals medals to recipients throughout the world, including individuals from Australia, Brazil, Canada, England, Hungary, Japan, Netherlands, Pakistan, Philippines, Russia, South America, Spain, Sweden, and Switzerland.” I like to include myself here, as a representative of the United States — California distinctly.
“* [The Joslin Diabetes Center] has awarded 26 distinctive 75-Year medals. Recipients of this special honor include the following people in the United States: a man from Massachusetts in 1996; a man from Rhode Island in 1999; a Florida woman in 2001; a Connecticut woman and a Washington state man — both in 2002; a Pennsylvania woman, a Georgia man, a Wisconsin woman, a Virginian man, Indiana woman and New York man in 2003; a New Zealand woman also in 2003; men from Ohio, Massachusetts, New York,and Pennsylvania in 2004; and a woman from Maryland in 2005; men from Massachusetts, New York and a woman from Washington state in 2006.”
You see, there is hope for a long, successful and progressive life with this disease. But work has to be done. A commitment to ones’ self has to be made. The inspiration is you!
For more information about the medal/certificate program, contact:
Joslin Diabetes Center, Medalist Study, One Joslin Place, Boston, MA, 02215
Phone: (617) 713-3481; Fax: (617) 713-3483; E-mail: medalist@joslin.harvard.edu.
Good Luck!
Overdue for a wonderful experience, a special time with my husband, I have recently been blessed and able to experience a number of wonderful experiences in just two days. I am so happy and excited about this adventure that I need to share it with you…
As my birthday is also our wedding anniversary, 1991, that day was a Saturday this year, January 2013. Having a birthday on a Saturday is extra-special in this house = no having to report to the office, no pressing issues or errands that cannot wait, no having to be apart from each other. It could be a perfect gift to ourselves, a renwal, as long as we remain light-hearted in our spontaneity .
Knowing these especially personal events were going to be on a Saturday, my gracious husband asked the magic question: “What do you want to do for your birthday?”
“Well, hon,” I responded, “seeing as these celebrations are on a Saturday, why don’t we go for ride, go on an adventure, maybe get lost, have a picnic, let’s drive around Lake Tahoe.”\ We’ve never been there or done that, how does that sound to you? Nothing expensive. Simply wander and wonder in nature. Just for the day. The most expensive part of this road trip will be the gas.”
“Mm, I like that,” he said. “I’ll do some internet research, get a map, and see if anything special is going on like a show or a concert.”
With that plan in mind, I shared this with a few nearby friends. Cindy, a hotel manager, offered to get us a free hotel room in Reno, NV. With that in mind and highly excited with her gift, I accepted and reservations were made. We would be able to stay in Reno, Nevada, overnight. A dog-lover by nature, Cindy also volunteered to dog-sit. You know, came in a few times a day to play with both of our dogs, feed them twice a day, and enjoy them. As the dogs are familiar with her, they were actually delighted! Ahh, the blessings began!
The car is packed with our warm, bulky winter jackets, duffel bags with clothes and toiletries, a change of shoes-from-snow-boots, a cooler with sandwiches, drinks, and insulin, we headed up the Sierra Mountain Range. By the time we were at 4,000 feet, my ears were popping. Not unusual. I just had not experienced this in a while. Walls of snow along the highways’ edge gradually grew from 4′ to 8′ as we continued. Nice. Althought the snow was dirty, it was nice to see it once again. It had been a long time. Maybe two years since we ventured into the mountains for the purpose of playing in the snow, experiencing it.
Our first stop was Emerald Bay (http://www.vikingsholm.org/history%20of%20eb.html). Intrigued by the name and the little we know of its history, we exited the highway to see what was to be seen, if anything. The day was superbly clear and bright, the temperature no higher that 40 degrees at 1:00 in the afternoon. As this specific area was closed to traffic and pedestrians for the season, we parked along the roadside with many other curiousity seekers and walked a deep, snow-filled path through the woods. A breathtaking view atop a special spot overlooking Lake Tahoe was magnificent! No, we didn’t take pictures. We didn’t have to. These pictures will stay in our hearts and memories. Ahh, take a deep breath. Fill your lungs with cold fresh air; exhale; greedily inhale the majesty again. That ‘s what we did.
Okay. Reverie over, stomachs growling, we returned to the car for the purposely prepared picnic lunch. Gosh, the cliche remains true about an adventure sparking ones’ appetite. It did for us! Before gobbling, however, an insluin injection must precede this submarine sandwich stuffed with fresh vegetables. Not a problem. It’s my life with diabetes.
Slowly traversing down the winding mountain road, ears popping once again, we are back on the highway heading toward Reno, Nevada. As check in time was 3:00pm, we had plenty of time, not rushing for anything. Upon arriving, we found the hotel room to be exsquisitely furnished with a refrigerator, stove, cooking utensils and the like. After all, it is an Extended Stay America Hotel (http://www.extendedstayhotels.com/Reservations/SelectRoom.html?sid=70c6e015-b611-4600-9fcd-99a614952d1d).
Once rested after this part of the four-hour drive, we changed clothes into something more special, formal. We didn’t know where we were to end up and wanted to be ready. This part of the adventure brought us to the Peppermill Casino (http://www.peppermillreno.com/?utm_source=google&utm_medium=cpc&utm_term=regional&utm_campaign=general%2Bbranded&gclid=CM2kq5a1kLUCFYp_QgodEzUASg). Unfamiliar with its acoutrements, we hungrily wandered the active premises looking for a “nice place to dine.” Coming upon “Biminis Steakhouse” (http://www.peppermillreno.com/dining/fine-dining/bimini-steakhouse/), we approached the maitre’d for seating. “Do you have reservations?” she asked. “No, we don’t,” I answered. “I wasn’t aware that reservations were required. But today is my birthday and our wedding anniversary. We were walking by and thought this would be a perfect setting for us to celebrate.”
“Well, okay. Let me see what I can do,” she responded as she overlooked the available table spaces. “Here we go. I have an opening overlooking the pool with its fountain near a window.”
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 nothing like it — as far as my research could go — that reflects, mimics, or encourages diabetic children. This manuscript is now available to the general public in paperback form. Celebrate!!
Submitting to a marketable world with a targeted audience, networking, promoting, speaking, scheduling, relenting, sacrificing, etc., continues to gain a wide and attentive audience. From what I have been told repeatedly, this is the first book of its kind — reflecting the insights of a juvenile diabetic, a T1, a T1D.
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 every day, everywhere. What’s in this special pack? You can only imagine!
Through the wonderful insightfulness of illustrator Amy Pichly-Meyer who is responsible for the clarity of expression with the cover diesign, along with all 37 colored illustrations, this book was built for you. I am thankful for her friendshop and abilities.
My “IT Guy” and husband, Wayne Ross, mind-boggled through the computer and its typical moodiness — with patience — to get what was needed, what was distinctly preferred. Amazing work with quality brought me a keen sense of empowerment for the world-public. I am grateful. I could never have done what he did to get this into print. After all, frustration is part of any job and greatly disliked!
The above introduction highlights this delightful family-and-children’s book. It will be available for puchase August 16, 2013. Colorfully pictured, it is a 107-page, lightweight paperback book with ISBN 978 1490354873 for your convenience. Yes, it is available via e-readers. However, and unknown to me at the time of submittal, e-readers to do not show the illustrations in color, only black & white. It’s cheaper that way, truth be told.
“Me & My Money Too…a child’s story with diabetes” is soon to follow with “Kisses for Cash…a child’s story about diabetes.” I know you will enjoy reading this in all its formats as much as I enjoyed writing it (them)! Please leave a review. And you are always welcome and encouraged to leave a comment.
Thank you and take care…important words to live with.
A. K. Buckroth, Award-Winning Author www.mydiabeticsoul.com Global Diabetes Awareness Advocate Public Speaker by Appointment.
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