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After Dinner D-discussion

A VERY protective and defensive BIG brother


After dinner tonight, Ethan, with much frustration, began to tell us about his science class today.  They were discussing photosynthesis and how plants produce glucose in this process. The teacher began to discuss glucose and, according to Ethan, decided to equate how glucose works in our bodies.  And, you guessed it, diabetes came up.

And it came up like it usually does.  All diabetes lumped into one generic term.  It all begins with being overweight.  It all has to do with too much sugar.

Blah. Blah. Blah.

And Ethan was, again, upset. He said she was also asking questions about diabetes.  Like:  What hormone is needed in diabetes?  What happens to the body when blood glucose is high?  Low?  What you do to lower or raise blood glucose?  Ethan said he looked around and he was the ONLY one answering questions.

I told him last time this happened in Maryland that he is absolutely allowed to RESPECTFULLY correct a teacher when they insinuate or SAY that diabetes is caused by being overweight.  Or when they generalize things into one narrow category. I encouraged him to raise his hand and say that not all diabetes is the same.  That not all who have diabetes have it because of poor life habits.  That HIS BROTHER has Type 1 diabetes and that his body will NEVER produce insulin again.

And then I went on my own tyraide in laymans terms about how the immune system went haywire and attacked the cells that produce insulin and attacked them until they were all gone.  I told him that unlike hair and nails that these cells do not grow back.  They are all gone.  And I answered a few questions he had.  Then Ryan asked a few and I answered them simply, very un-medically, but in a way they understand.

Then I offered to email the teacher and just tell her to ask Ethan about his Type 1 diabetic brother.


He sheepishly declined ( I think he didn’t want to burn a bridge with his teacher so early in the year).

He did say he approached her after class and told her that his brother was a Type 1 and he felt she acted almost as if she was busted (his words not mine).

By this time, I was completely and totally frustrated.  And trying very hard to maintain as much calm and civility as possible.  But my mouth was going ninety to nothin’ about diabetes and what it is and what it is not and spitting out every bit of medical information that I knew, even when they weren’t listening . . . at least I thought they weren’t listening.

Then totally out of the blue, interrupting my spewing, Ryan said, “Mom!  How do you know so much about diabetes?”

And for a moment everyone froze and was silent.

And I thought …. Huh?!?!?

Then Jason, being every so very Jason, said, “Because she has a son with Type 1 diabetes!”

And the room erupted with laughter.


Bubblicious Isn’t Free

D-Bloopers is the prompt for today’s D-Blog week post, but my mind isn’t working.  I know we have had many bloopers, but right now, I’m blank.  So, I’ll just share a little story the d-world will completely “get.”

At the check-out at Target, the boys are always begging for candy, gum or the small items they tempt us with like batteries, travel-size antibacterial gel, mini Nerf guns, etc.  All things that we fight with out kids about while piling the never-ending mound of groceries and household items on the belt. 

The boys are gum chewers.  They love gum.  And they don’t swallow it, never have, except for a short-lived bout with Aaron (always my problem child). 

But one day we were in the line and I’m doing my mom-ly duty of unloading my cart while keeping one eye on three boys.  They were eyeing the gum.  One of them (can’t remember if it was E or Ry) picked up pink pack of Bubblicious gum.  What kid doesn’t love Bubblicious, right?  And here’s how the conversation went:

6g carbs per piece

“Mom, Can we have this?” holding up the irradescent pink shiny pack.

“How much?”  (Of course, I was asking carbs per piece and the boys knew exactly what I was asking too.)


“Nope, that’s too much.  Pick another one.  Find one that’s free.”  (Of course, I meant a “free” food = less than 5g carb.)

1g carb per piece

Someone picked up a Trident sugar-free pink pack.

Holding it up proudly, “Mom!  This one is free!” 

“Ok, that’s fine then.” And motioned for them to throw it on the belt.

Then — I just happened to turn to the stare I was feeling.  It was the cashier who had momentarily stopped  scanning.  I know that poor little girl was not thinking free carbs.  And I’m sure it was an awkward moment for her thinking how am I going to tell this crazy lady she has to pay $1.39 for that pack of gum, that indeed, was NOT COST FREE. 

My mean streak did not even bother to explain.  Just smiled and kept doing what I was doing, unloading my cart, watching my boys . . . and giggling. 

And if you’d like to read another check-out at Target story I blogged about months ago, click here.  We live two min from Target. 🙂  Happy D-Blog week reading!!!