n Diabetes Lifestyle - Freedom is a drug : living with diabetes




Walking into my kitchen to do one of the billion chores it seems I have to do every day of my life, I was stopped short by the emotion that overtook me when I noticed what was on the counter. Used test strips. Three of them. Not in the trash; not put away. Now before you think I'm a neat freak, consider this: the surge of emotion I felt was pure, undiluted joy. Because the test strips littering my granite countertop were evidence of the most beautiful kind I could ever imagine. They were evidence that my daughter was checking her blood sugar.


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