Guest Post: Brought Together by Baby Ruth.
I love this post, and the fact that candy bars can be used for good. Today, Tracy Friend, a fellow person with diabetes who travels and brings along her diabetes goodies by the purse-full, shares a story today about the power of meeting another PWD in the wild, and the compassion found therein.
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We love to travel. And being a PWD, I am always excited when I see someone with that tell-tale tubing, another ‘borg’ like me. Like Kerri has posted before, there’s an instant connection – a shared organ or something like that that just draws me to these other unknown (but soon to be known) PWDs.
This Christmas break I took my boys to the Bureau of Engraving and Printing to see money being made. (It’s pretty cool, by the way!) We stood in line in the cold for a while before getting inside. Once inside we had to traverse the obligatory Federal building obstacle – the security scanner. I had left my purse in the car trunk, and only had my jacket on, but alas – I had more! Like Batman, who carries tools on his belt, I too had tools. An insulin pump and a CGMS. I left the CGMS in my pocket (I know, I know – but I like to see if it can get through undetected!) and pulled out my pump.
“I have an insulin pump.” I announced, holding it up. The security person paused for a moment, then looked around. Nearby another security person looked up, attentatively.
“That’s okay. I have one too. She’s fine.” Then he came over to say hello. As I tucked the tubing back into my pocket, he told me he had the same kind, an Animas Ping. I asked him what color he had. “Blue” Mine is pink. That’s okay. He’s a boy, I’m a girl.
I then whipped out my secret tool. The one that had passed through undetected. (It’ll be a good tool for my belt arsenal!) The new Dexcom CGMS.
“Have you seen this?”
“No, I don’t have one of those yet.” Then he looked closer. My Dex was showing 78 mg/dL. (Cue dramatic music) “Hey, do you have some snacks with you?”
I had left my purse in the car. My trusty boy, who always has snacks, (that he regularly shares with his mom) was out of stock!
“No, I’ll be okay. The tour’s not very long,” I replied, acting more confident that I was.
“No, you need something. Hold on. I’ve got some.” Then he went over and took a candy bar out of his bag.
“No, really, I’ll be okay.” I insisted.
“No, you’d better take a couple.” And so I did. I ate the Baby Ruths surreptitiously while we waited for our tour to start. It was a huge blessing. Within 5 minutes, while waiting for the tour, I was at a 67 mg/dL. (Apparently DC traffic was a little more stressful that I had imagined.)
The tour went very well and I look forward to going back, and seeing my friend again someday. I am so thankful for this wonderful man, his generosity, and the mechanical organ that we share that brought us and his Baby Ruths together.
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Sometimes, as people living with diabetes, we run into situations and people that are challenging and difficult. But other times, we find kindred spirits and kindness the most unexpected moments. Thanks for sharing this one, Tracy.
Her bio: Tracy Friend is a mom first. Then a project manager, and an emergency management professional. She worries about a lot, but enjoys a lot too. Life is too short to worry too much! She was diagnosed with “the beast” a month prior to her 18th birthday. She looked upon it as a challenge – what things can I have – not not have!
Several countries, four kids, and an amazing husband later, she still has her quirky sense of humor about her. You can read her sometimes regular blog at The Virginian Times. You can also check out her latest adventure – app development at Don't Forget Your List!