Friday, October 12, 2007

Dress Code

Dominic, my youngest, is now six, but we still have a couple of sippy cups that we can't quite get rid of because he likes them. He took one out today and asked to have a cup of milk. "I'll get it," he said, as he lugged the gallon container from the refrigerator.

I said, "Let me pour it please, it's heavy."

"Can I help you pour it, mom?"

"Sure."

So he puts his hand on mine as I pour the milk. I finished, put the cap back on the milk, and walking over the the fridge to put it back I instruct Dominic to "go ahead and put the top on your cup."

"Mom, can I drink it topless?"

*snort*


Thursday, October 11, 2007

The Pen

We got the Pen training today. We have joined the basal/bolus world. Just in time too, as Daniel's numbers have been off the charts these past few days, over 300. Is it the Chebe bread mix?

I called to get an appointment for Nora with Daniel's gastroeneterologist. There are no openings through the end of the year. THE END OF THE YEAR!!! *sigh*

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

*sigh*


Daniel was diagnosed on May 8 this year with diabetes, and in July the celiac diagnosis was confirmed by endoscopy. The gastroenterologist said that celiac runs in families, so we should all be tested. Not that we have to run out and do it RIGHT NOW, but at the next physical, just ask for the test.

I had my physical in August. No celiac. And I'm the one with all the gut issues. I guess I continue to be Ms. IBS with a dose of exhaustion on the side. DH has not been tested, but he can, and always has been able to eat ANYTHING. Spicy food. Eels. All kinds of gluten-filled substances. No gut issues.

Nora had her physical in September. Yesterday morning I hear the phone ringing as I walk in the door after taking Dominic to the bus stop. When I heard that it was the pediatrician, I just, well, constricted a little. A whole body constriction. It was about the celiac blood test. Her endomysial IgA is positive, and her t-TG is a weak positive, at 9. Normal is below 4. Weak positive is between 4 and 10, and above 10 is positive. When Daniel was tested, he was at 70.

I was so sad all day for her. Worried about telling her. She is my "selective eater" (pickypicky)
and she sure loves her bagels pizza french toast sandwiches etc. etc. When I called her up to my room and hugged her and told her what our next steps were, I didn't know that I caught her on a mega homework day, and she was overwhelmed & teary the rest of the night.

I've called for an appointment for Nora with the gastroenterologist. Soon we'll know our next steps. Cooking gluten free for two is easier than cooking gluten free for just one. And we still don't know about Dominic yet. It could be three...

But what runs through my head is, what, if anything, does this mean about diabetes? At this point, she doesn't show the antibodies for diabetes (we had her tested in summer). Does one autoimmune disease automatically lead to another?

Celiac has been all over the news lately. Some people believe that as many as 1 in 100 people have it, and that it is the most underdiagnosed disease. More and more restaurants have gluten-free menus, and there are now a glut of GF cookbooks available. In January I'll have Dominic tested (it will take a skilled phlebotomist to coax blood from that whirlwind), and we'll go on from there. As I tell my kids, there's much more to life than the stuff you put in your stomach.

Sunday, October 7, 2007

The New Suit

SHOPPING!

I really hate it. I like to have my list, have my route mapped out, zip through the stores, and badda bing, badda boom, I'm OUTTA THERE with all items on the list crossed off.

Nora and I had rehearsal on Saturday (did I mention yet that I've been cast as a muskrat?). So Matt had to take the boys out shopping to get Daniel something sufficiently dressy so he can officially accept his nomination for Homecoming Duke. I have no idea how many others are nominated. Agh! Matt's idea of shopping seems to be on a par with mine. Zoom in on your target, purchase, LEAVE. I figured he'd have the suit bagged within an hour.

While Matt chased down regal togs, Nora and I sang about the Chesapeake Bay. After rehearsal, we stopped off at Target to pick up a couple of nephew birthday presents. On the way home, my cell phone rings. I figured Matt was wondering where we were! So I said, by way of hello, "I'm on my way home NOW!"

Matt explains to me that he has driven from one end of the county to the other to get this suit. It's being hemmed now. He didn't get the belt yet, or the underwear. But he's done. He will be home after the damn thing is hemmed.

I said, well, since you are still in the store, why not just pick up the underwear?

Matt: I AM DONE.

Oh yeah. Shopping with a teenager and a six year old. And I wasn't there.

HEE HEE HEE HEE!!!

Saturday, October 6, 2007

Counting the days...

On Thursday Daniel and I will go back to Children's Hospital to take our basal/bolus class. We'll walk away with our prescription for the pen, and will be off the N and R routine, with its tight schedules and specific carb requirements for meals. Yay! In so many ways it will make life easier.

Back in May when he was diagnosed, I felt like my heart just cracked into pieces. In June the nurses wanted to do a second set of labs on his thyroid and celiac tests, because both of those labs showed elevated levels from when he was first brought into the hospital. When the nurses explained all the "what-ifs" to me (elevated thryoid levels would require a pill every day... elevated celiac would require an endoscopy and, ultimately, a complete change in diet) I prayed, "NO CELIAC! PLEASE!"

That prayer was not answered. Or, as some people note, it was answered with a "no." Hmph.

But you know what? We're making it through every day. Daniel, as I have said before, is an incredible inspiration to me. He is so nonchalant about his routine, and the only time I've seen him truly frustrated is when he pricks his finger two or three times and it's just NOT bleeding that day, even one drop, to get his bg tested. When I think of the things he used to eat and love -- pumpkin muffins, fettucini alfredo, kudos bars, cinnamon buns, and then the fun things like going to a fall festival and stopping by the bake sale booth -- that's the kind of thing that still makes me ache inside for him. However, if he's feeling upset about missing out on these things, he's not showing it. He asks if foods are gluten free, and if they are not, he shrugs his shoulders and says, "oh well, not for me." And he finds what he can have.

I tend to fixate on the gluten-free thing, because it affects so much of what we do. No school lunches, packing food for play dates & other functions, carrying our own treats to birthday parties. It's tough. But I think a lesson to be learned, or at least one that I'm trying to pound into my own brain, is that it is important to focus on the pleasures in life that have nothing to do with food. Time spent talking to friends, exploring new places, disappearing into a wonderful book. Delicious phone calls with best friends, venting and laughing. Moments at the beach in winter, staring at the wild and windy landscape, feeling both incredibly tiny, yet organically attached to the enormous, beautiful world around you. Living in the moment is its own kind of meditation!

And now, back in the real world, I'm going to plan for this weekend and the week ahead. Daniel, a freshman, has been nominated (by whom? we don't know) for Homecoming Duke. You have to be a senior to be King. Ahem. We all know are kids are special. But hey folks... mine could soon be royalty! So we have to go see if his suit fits. And get a tie. And get tickets to the game.

Isn't that exciting?

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Mom's overture

My Sister in law sent this to me. Does it sound familiar, moms?

Monday, October 1, 2007

A Reprieve

My daughter is sick today. Some days when she is sick, I am able to wrap her up in blankets, put her in front of a couple of good movies, and go to work for a couple of hours. She calls me every 20 minutes or so, and let's me know how she's doing. We're very close, Nora and I. She's moving steadily on to her teenage years, so I hope and pray this closeness remains. She's my only girl.

Today was not a day I could go to work. Sore throats are one thing, stomach bugs are something else entirely. Sicknesses involving bathroom emergencies require parental attendance.

For now, she's ingested immodium, she's cocooned in blankets and zoning out to The Simpsons, and I'm here with her. With my snuggle bunny. And my laptop. With the piles of laundry that didn't get done this weekend (hey, it was a gorgeous weekend). With a small pile of bills and an unread book and a new recipe for gluten-free bread. All the boys have left the house, to work and to school.

It's quiet. I'll make us some tea and, sickness aside, enjoy our hours together.