6 Reasons Why T1D Moms Rock

816isHh0tBL._UL1500_1024x1024I saw a t-shirt recently that said, “Type 1 diabetes doesn’t come with a manual, it comes with a Mom who never gives up.” Having being diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at such a young age, my mother was tasked with the majority of the medical care and responsibility. When I was in my teenage rebellion period—in denial about my diabetes and not wanting to do what was necessary to keep my blood sugar under control—she never missed a beat. Mom was always right there in the middle of the night testing my glucose to ensure I didn’t go too low or high. The dedication that my mom and so many other T1 moms show is inspiring and something I think most people on the outside don’t realize.

Here, my tribute to all the T1D moms out there:

https://www.diabeticlifestyle.com/blogs/dateline-diabetes-dish/6-reasons-why-t1d-moms-rock

 

Wrestling with Failure & Turning it into Positive Action

PositiveAffirmationsOfficeYou know what the greatest thing about our lives is? Every day we get a second chance to make the next best decision. When we focus on that, we can turn our failures into opportunities for change and growth.

Read my latest blogpost for Center for Change: “Wrestling with Failure & Turning it into Positive Action”…

https://centerforchange.com/wrestling-with-failure-turning-it-into-positive-action/

 

From the Bottom of the World: Quinn’s Mom On Traveling With Two Type 1 Kids

family“Our family life took a sharp turn when our youngest son was diagnosed with diabetes at five years old. How is this going to change our lives? Will our lives shrink keep him safe? What if his sugar went too high or low? What if we broke the insulin bottle? I ran through every catastrophe. What about travel—one of our family’s passions? Will it be too dangerous?”

My mother guest blogged for me this week on life with two adult children with type 1 diabetes and traveling the world….

https://www.diabeticlifestyle.com/blogs/dateline-diabetes-dish/bottom-world-quinns-mom-traveling-two-type-1-kids

 

The Importance of Telling Our Story

NJ1What I realized from staying silent for so many years about my struggles was it was hurting me the most. By staying silent about my journey I continued to believe that it was shameful and that it should be something hidden. I believe there needs to be an open dialogue about the many people who live with an eating disorder, or another mental illness. Will you join me in having this conversation? I want to hear your story.


Read my first blogpost for Center for Change as their National Diabetes Ambassador here. ..

https://centerforchange.com/importance-telling-story/

How I Survived Fanny Packs & Summer Camps

Summer camp was one of the most cherished annual events of my childhood. My mom recently shared her memory of overhearing a conversation I had with my cousin Shannon on the eve of our departure for camp. I was only 5 but I was clearly ready for the experience. Mom said she was stunned  when she heard me proclaim, “I can’t wait t to get out of here! Freedom from our parents! Hooray!” She had been worried about my readiness and thought I’d be so terribly homesick that I wouldn’t make it through the week. In fact, she had left her schedule flexible to accommodate what she thought would be the inevitable phone call.

She couldn’t have been more mistaken. I said goodbye to my parents and never looked back. The minute I got a taste of independence there was no chance I was going back. I really liked camp and everything about it. From that summer on I begged my parents to let me return and they did.

My older cousin, Katelyn, had attended the king of all summer camps—Kamp Kanakuk (yes, they use k’s for everything). It was a 14-day Christian camp in the Missouri Ozarks with campfires, rope courses, and even a waterslide! Shannon (who is younger than me by 11 days) and I decided we were ready for the big leagues so we made the pitch to our parents.

They told us we could go but not until we turned 13. So, when the time came we gently reminded them of their promise and made sure they registered us in time. (Kamp Kanakuk was one of those in demand places that filled up several months in advance!)

We were all registered to go and anticipating an adventure-filled experience at the new camp when tragedy struck—at least in my young teen mind, that’s what it felt like. In the spring of that year I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. It was a disorienting time in my life. I felt distraught and desolate in this new life and regime and felt overwhelmed by all the changes I knew I was going to have to get accustomed to. I was also ashamed of the diagnosis and refused to speak about it.

Should I Stay or Should I Go?

Two months later my parents received medical disclosure forms from Kamp K. My pharmacist father meticulously explained my diagnosis, medications, and overall schedule of dosing. He assured me this was no big deal. A week later the camp’s nurse called to inform my parents that an additional form would be required and would need my signature along with my parents. This did not seem like “no big deal” to me.

There was also a long list of requirements for campers with medical conditions, but the thing that upset me the most was that I would be required to wear a fanny pack at all times. A fanny pack (!) to carry my my diabetes supplies and snacks. I was 13 and hadn’t even spoken publicly about having my diabetes and now I was going to be forced to have a scarlet letter strapped around my waist that screamed, “I’M THE SICK, WEIRD KID! LOOK AT ME!” I shouted angrily to my parents that I would not be attending camp and I ran to my room in tears. This seemed like just one more painful reminder of what I thought my new reality was going to be like—segregation from all the other normal kids.

I called Shannon ito giver her my distressing news. I just couldn’t imagine having to wear the fanny pack at all times and knew it would make me feel completely out-of-place. Shannon has always been the calm, sensible cousin and so in typical fashion she spoke reassuringly to me and tried to calm me down. She told me that no one would even notice—they’d be so distracted by all the fun camp activities. But  I told her my mind was made up and I wouldn’t be going. It was final.

Read the rest of my blogpost at DiabeticLifestyle.com here

Bittersweet Valentine: An Exclusive Interview With County Music Star Eric Paslay

ep_coverLast year I had the amazing opportunity to interview Nick Jonas, a fellow type 1, like me. It happened to be Valentine’s Day and let’s be honest…what single lady wouldn’t relish that role? This year, I was asked to interview Eric Paslay, a rising country music star who also lives with type 1 diabetes. (Are you sensing a pattern here? Talented performers and type 1 diabetes???)

Unfortunately for me, Eric is already taken. He’s married fellow country singer—and long-time girlfriend Natalie Harker in April 2016. (You can read more about his romantic proposal to her here.) So, it looks like I’ll be spending another Valentine’s Day without a Valentine! But, hey, I still enjoyed talking with this charming, talented and very funny young man.

Eric started his rise in the country music scene first by finding success as a songwriter, and then releasing his most recent album last summer with the title track, “Angels in This Town”.  During our conversation I was struck by how being diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at a young age helped propel him to take a different path. In fact, he says it’s what ultimately lead him to the success that he’s had today on the airwaves.

Here’s my interview with this down-to-earth, humble Texan:

https://www.diabeticlifestyle.com/blogs/dateline-diabetes-dish/quinns-bittersweet-valentine-exclusive-interview-country-music-star-eri

‘Why are you overweight, Quinn?’

rochesterquestionThis last fall a man raised his hand during a speech of mine, and asked me what lifestyle choices I had made to become overweight? Read my blog post from this week for my response to him (and any others who’ve asked or wondered the same thing).

To Cara Mullon who was a shining light brought into my life many years ago, thank you for coming to the speech that night and reminding me of the purpose behind the work I do….regardless of the comments that any audience members makes. Shine bright girl!

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Bottom line: My credibility as a speaker and diabetes advocate is not rolled up in my waist circumference. Nor does it have relevance in if I’m a role model to others.

Read the post on DiabeticLifestyle.com that I wrote…