Many of my American friends will call me Wilfred Brimley because I am one of those weirdos who say "dia-bee-tus" and not "dia-beet-ez". Of course, to me, my way makes much more sense but I am aware that when you break the pronunciation down it sound defeatist. I have actually been pretty positive lately. My son is slowly starting to take better care of himself. As Reyna recently pointed out, he has been successfully honing his Macgyver skills. We are coming up on 11 years of living with Diabetes and while I would still think an eviction order should be given, I am still able to count my blessings.

The top on my list of blessings remains the wonderful friends that living with Diabetes has brought us. These amazing friends have raised equally amazing children. This week I was given the privilege of seeing how incredible these kids can be. I was invited to be a part of a group called "CWD Teens for Change". It is made up of teens who want to give back. They feel that Children With Diabetes Conferences have given them so much that they want to share the experience. They are donating their lunch money, Starbucks money, babysitting money and more so that they can the money required to bring a teen and their family to one of the Friends for Life Conferences.

The enthusiasm that this project has been met with has been overwhelming. It truly makes you proud. Maybe that is why when I first read an article a day or two later in the "Natural News" that I filed it as "not worth my breath". The author tried to make me feel "beaten" as he suggested that feeding my young son milk and my own diet during pregnancy may have caused my son's illness. Its not enough that I have guilt about not recognizing the symptoms of diabetes and having my son come within hours of dying. Nope, I now need to question if I gave up on breast-feeding too early and re-examine what I did or did not eat while I was pregnant. I don't have that kind of energy to waste dude.

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