I should be more meek

I really prefer fun and light hearted. It’s so much easier for everybody. But something has come up today and I have to turn to my dark side, even though there are so many good people out there (with very eloquent writing skills) who want to help save us all, especially from our misguided moral positions. Must be that damned Friday the 13th.

So here is an open letter to the small handful of nice folks commenting on a few blogs today, decrying democratic strategist (you know, of course he’s a democrat!) Joe Trippi’s statement that he and the 23+ million Americans with diabetes are thrilled with the lifting of the stem cell research restrictions.

I know you’ll step away from the cure when it’s discovered. Of course, no one will take down names or refuse you or your children the opportunity for treatment, because that would be wrong. We’ll just rely on your ability to stick to your very clear and steadfast principles and do what’s right. Show the rest of us how it’s done.

I'm envious. Life must be so easy when you know you’re on the path to righteousness. Let me ask, though, so I’m clear on the amazing extent of your morally victorious position: how often do you visit murderers and rapists in prison to spread the Good Word and provide comfort? Or provide a meal for that dirty panhandler with the cardboard sign at the busiest intersection in town? Or go to the seedy side of downtown late at night and distribute warm coats to the prostitutes? I know you are all following these corporal works of mercy and setting the best possible example for the rest of us, many of us your fellow Parishoners, for whom things aren’t so crystal.

I sure hope I can be forgiven, because I want so very desperately to see a cure for my little girl. Wow – apparently enough to condone the “killing” of another “child” though gosh, it sure doesn’t feel that way in my heart of hearts. Please pray for me. I know 100% I’ll have to pray for forgiveness for today’s display of snarkiness and anger. But I will also pray that you never have to tell your child they must endure the life sentence of diabetes.

Mama's a Pack Rat

I have a new way to feed my compulsive stockpiling, which extends to winter gloves, toilet paper and Swiffer refills, Eggos, and throw rugs, among other items: the laying in of diabetes supplies. We are insanely lucky to have a great insurance company - one who sees the upside in allowing testing up to 10+ times a day and provides enough needle tips to allow multiple corrections beyond the prescribed 4 shots a day. It means we have the all the tools and that keeping blood sugars in just the right range is somewhat realistic.

But make no mistake - I religiously make a note on the calendar and call for refills the first possible day they'll be approved. Here and there, I've managed to build up a little arsenal of leftovers in my kitchen cabinet and fridge door. Sometimes just looking at the inventory makes me feel like I have the upper hand.