Turning the page

 

 

 

 

 

As one chapter ends, another begins.

 

This week ends the 27 year journey I have had with mothering my two offspring as children.  From Saturday on, I will be the mom of two wonderful, capable,  ......adults.  TD turns 18 - that magic age when childhood steps through an invisible veil into a new adventure of independence.  It is a process of course, and I will always fiercely be their protective mother ready to swoop in, when invited.  They are part of me, and turning 18 will not change any of our history, present or future.

But becoming an adult does open some exciting doors - it is the legal age for voting, for example.  And for driving.  And for drinking alcohol. TD has been studying for her learner's licence - the precursor to getting her driving licence. It has been a useful reminder to us of the more obscure road rules ( if you are carrying a load on your roof, it may not stick out more than 30 cm  from the bonnet, and must be decorated with a red flag sized 30 cm by 30 cm. No bigger, no smaller.)  I had... ummm... forgotten that.

 

Most parents will be a little anxious letting new drivers borrow the car.  Lack of experience, recklessness of some teenagers, and the notion of indestructibility that youth brings, means most of us stay up late and bite our nails until the teenagers have trained us to trust them.  It goes without saying that the drinking freedom holds the same fears.  Are our teenagers responsible enough to make good judgements?  We will find out soon enough I suppose.  TD will have extra responsibilities - checking her glucose before any decisions can be made.  (Alcohol has the double whammy of high sugars and diminished responsibility.  Driving and going low will be dangerous to all road users.) It is all part of growing up and letting go.

Happy birthday, TD.  You fill the world with compassion and kindness.  You are tough and determined.  You are gentle and humble. The world is yours, and I know you will continue to make it a better place for all of us.

And here I say goodbye to you and my blog.  Thank you for the company these last few years.  Thank you for taking an interest and making this a less lonely journey.  I will miss writing to you - it has been my grounding and thought space, but it is time to let go. My next chapter begins too.

                                                            But first....It's Time for Tea

Addendum! My new blog is at Comingback4seconds.blogspot.com if you are interested!!

“What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.”

T.S. Eliot

February 2021

It just happened to be Valentine Day two weeks ago when we decided we needed a day out.  Valentines day has always struck me as a celebration of the power of commercialism and going along with the flow mindlessly, rather than any romantic notions.   So, it wasn't a Valentine's picnic - it was just a much needed Smell-The Country- Air expedition.  I made egg mayo sandwiches and slapped some cheese and jam onto rolls, packed some flasks of hot water for the tea and coffee, made a few cupcakes and we were good to go. We picked up TD's significant other, and headed out to Betty's Bay.

We knew where we were headed - there is an botanical garden  with a very pleasantly priced indigenous plant shop, We have a few gaps in the garden and were scouting for hardy plants that can withstand our trial by error gardening method. It was a beautiful day - raining and windless - perfect for a hike up to a waterfall in the kloof.

The rain didn't last, and the walk was a meander up a river bed with shady trees and extrovert frogs.  It was a good day.

By contrast today is searingly hot - 37 degrees at 2pm, and my energy has evaporated. I can think of so many projects I could or should be doing, but it all seems too much effort.  TD has been back at school everyday since mid February, and we are settling back into routines and schedules. This has been good for her.  Glucose numbers react favourably to timetables and patterns, and TD has managed to get better control of the stubborn highs.

It is TDs final year of school.  Hard work, new challenges and leadership roles will accompany her on this year's journey.  Her official childhood is almost over, as she is about to leap off the cliff into the puddle of responsibility called adulthood.  But she will always be that magical person who talks to extrovert frogs on hikes to waterfalls.

 

 

Ketones and covid

Ketones.  The word has a  lyrical sound.....It makes me think of a music flowing pleasantly from appealing chords to melody, or of soft palettes of colour for creative expression. Ketones are not benevolent or pleasant though.  At least not for people with type 1 diabetes. (There are some  pancreatic-enabled people who choose a ketogenic diet of low or no carbs and high fat.as a weight control method) 

Essentially ketones are toxic acids.   Glucose is our usual source of energy, but if that glucose can't be used in the blood (that's the role of insulin), the body looks for an alternative source of fuel - fat. The liver processes fat into ketones and sends them into the bloodstream. People without diabetes can handle this acid in the blood, but for people with Type 1, the acidic build up  together with high glucose that can't be processed, is a life threatening situation.  It leads to DKA - diabetic ketoacidosis.  DKA can  cause damage to the lungs, brain and kidneys. It is to be avoided at all costs - it can be deadly and requires hospitalization.  

TD's glucose levels have been on the high side for the last while.  At the end of the year we met with the endocrinologist who thought TD was doing a good job of handling the stress of a pandemic, exams and diabetes.  2021 has not been the new start so many were hoping for, it seems to be a continuation of the 2020 mess with the promise of some light at the end of the tunnel.   TD's glucose numbers started to rise ....and rise... until last Saturday she was feeling lethargic, tired and couldn't bring down the glucose from 20s.  We needed to test for ketones. 

TD's glucose meter has the facility to test for ketones using a different test strip.  These strips are fairly expensive, and not covered by medical aid, so we don't keep too many in the house.  As luck would have it, the few we did have had expired, so TD (exhausted and dejected) and I  (anxious and flustered) went in search of more.  (I could not leave her at home in case she deteriorated and needed help).  The first pharmacy offered to order some in, and I could fetch them in a few days time.  The next had a ticket queue of at least 90 minutes wait.  It was quicker to drive the 15 minutes to a pharmacy that I know stocks  them on the open shelf.

A safe ketone reading!

Long story short, there were only trace ketones in TD's blood and we could relax a bit.  Getting the glucose down took a lot of patience, jugs of water and more insulin than she would usually inject in 2 days. 

But it worked, eventually, and the lethargy, dizziness, anxiety and fatigue subsided, and TD could carry on with her weekend.  This will always be a part of TD's life.  She will always have to keep control of her glucose, and avoid the highs as much as the lows. 

 I wish type 1 diabetes were preventable, but it is not. 

I wish avoiding it were as easy as obeying a few rules, like wearing a mask, washing your hands and social distancing, but it is not.

. Life throws us so many things we are completely unable to control.  So when we are given a challenge (like covid) that allows some measure of being able to keep ourselves safe, grab the opportunity to stay healthy with both hands. Please.

TD was in DKA at diagnosis.The build up of ketones and glucose was so high that she was in critical danger.  She survived because a dedicated pathologist ran her tests at night and phoned me at 2am to urge me to rush her to Emergency. She is alive because the insulin that was dripped into her saved her life. The kindness of the doctors and nurses surrounded us when we were  overwhelmed and bewildered. 

It is our turn to show that same dedication and responsibility towards the medical community.  Most of them are feeling overwhelmed and bewildered at the sheer number of people who need their care, and of the loss of life they see daily.  Keep being aware of the dangers of covid.  Keep the preventative measures as daily habits.  Keep safe.  Please.