You Can Get Diabetes By Touching Someone

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DBB FB Blog Catch Diabetes Touching

Our family moved in 2001. As a result of the move the kids transferred to a new school. Kurtis was living with diabetes for just under one year. In his previous school the acceptance & understanding of staff & children with his diabetes was great.

Within weeks of his new adventures of being a 3rd Grader in his new school, Kurtis informs me he can’t make friends. “Why?”, I ask. “They point at me and laugh. The kids are telling other kids if they touch me they will get diabetes.”

Within days I receive a phone call from his teacher. She asks if I will come in & speak with the class. She tells me the same story Kurtis has just days before. She wants the class to learn about diabetes.  She is concerned that the misinformation being discussed among his peers will lead to long-term issues.  She is concerned for Kurtis’ well being.   Ms. Maker explains she feels I will make an impact because I live with diabetes as well. They will see me as a Mom who is a nurse, I have friends & I have a daughter that doesn’t have diabetes. I agree & start planning how I will speak to the children about this.

The main myth to displace was reassuring them that Kurtis didn’t get his diabetes from touching me.   My plan was to think like a 7 & 8-year-old.

Word for word I can’t tell you what I said or how I said it.  It was a little less than 12 years ago.  I do remember sitting in a chair with the kids sitting on the floor around me.  They had a lot of questions.  I kept it simple.  Kurtis was pleased & so proud his Mom went in to talk with the kids about his diabetes.  It helped with them being more social with him.  He was not gawked at as much.  But making friends continued to be an issue until Grade 5.

Look for my Blog tomorrow on what happened that caused the children to respect Kurtis and his diabetes.

 

 

A Rural Girl Falling in Love with the City

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A Rural Girl Falling in Love with the City

I had lived in the country since the day I took my first breath. After a 6 month stint living in the city in 2009, the kids & I moved back to the country. In 2011, I decided that it was best for me to live in the city again.

It has been quite a transition.

When I first considered moving to the city I was working more than full time hours in pharmaceutical sales & running two kids around before & after school for activities, friends, sports & jobs.

My rationale in moving to the city was less drive time, more family time, more me time. By living there, potentially, I would save at least 30 minutes a day driving one trip into town, one way. There were many days in a week, I was driving into town at least 2 or 3 times. That did not include the 70,000 kilometres in a year I drove with my career. Less drive time meant more time at home, more time to do the things I love to do, less time sitting stationary in a vehicle. This would enable me to create more time to commit to the small details in life I missed allowing me to decrease my stress level. More time off the road also meant I could focus on looking after me. As with most mom’s, wives & women with demanding careers, I was last on the list of people I took care of.

I had a dilemma. I had enjoyed living in the country. I love the space, the peacefulness, seeing the stars in the sky, listening to the coyotes cry at night, the loons call on the lake, the tree frogs singing in the Spring. When I wanted to de-stress, move and ‘get lost’ in nothing, I would put on my running gear, hook up my iPod, put my sugar tablets in my pocket & run. The scenery was plentiful, the running routes endless.

My naivety of living in the city prevented me from understanding the unique benefits it entailed.

Over the past 2 years of being an urban dweller, I am now coming to an understanding of how great it is. My love is growing more than I imagined.

In purchasing our two homes, the ‘must have’ was that it was to be near downtown. We love to go out for dinner. Peterborough’s Downtown dining district is unique with a wide variety of gastronomic options, social and dining experiences. We wanted to be in the heart of the city. The home we live in now is a 20 minute walk downtown, 30 minute walk to the North end. The major mall in our city, although at the other end of where we live is a 40 minute walk. There isn’t really anywhere in the city that we can’t walk to. With backpack on, I am feel like I am making a difference in many ways. The fun part is that there is no one way to get to a destination. There are trails, side roads, main roads, parking lots.

This is the city I have known since I was born, but now that I am walking it I see, I didn’t really know it.

There are days I don’t get in my car. If I need a few groceries, I put on my back pack and walk to the grocery or bulk food store. This serves many purposes; economically, socially, environmentally & most importantly, my holistic health with regards to my diabetes and well being.

The days I need to drive for my business, I now find it enjoyable, cranking up the tunes & thinking about nothing but I also find it extremely exhausting. I reflect back on how I did the miles I did over 7 years, day in and day out.

Although both driving and walking long distances leave me feeling tired, I now notice that there are different feelings of tired. In recognizing these differences, I’d rather feel tired from a walk around town then a drive to Toronto and back.

I am most excited now as we build another new business. This new business entails a store which my Samoyed Husky “Samson” and I will walk 30 minutes each day to ‘work’ and back.

Life is simpler and less stressful. This country girl is converted.