Allie's Quest to Conquer Diabetes and Vermont!
Bobbi, Michelle and Lauren Bookstaver
Dale & Jenn Harris
Dalia De Leon
J. Robert Seebacher
Mr. Stuart Trembly
Mr. William Fecych
Ms. Alexandria E Fecych
Seaside Legal Solutions, P.C.
February 25, 2009 was a big day for me. I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. I had been sick for several months, but Dr. Picker was the first one to piece all of my symptoms together to realize a coherent problem: my body no longer made its own insulin. We still have no idea what caused my pancreas to break down out of the blue like that, but since taking on the daily chores that come with T1 I'm healthy again. I'm grateful to be able to live a relatively normal, healthy life but I'm not cured - I'm managing the disease on an hour-by-hour basis. This means that while everyone else in my life continues with relaxing lunchtime conversation, I'm stepping out of the room to check my sugar and inject myself with rapid-acting insulin. Instead of wondering what I'm craving for a meal, I'm wondering what has the right amount of carbohydrates. Instead of flossing my teeth before bed, I'm checking my sugar again and giving myself yet another injection of long-acting insulin. Instead of feeling hungry and grabbing a snack I'm dizzy, shaking, and disoriented during a hypoglycemic event and scrambling to get whatever sugar I can find into my bloodstream. Instead of bringing a GPS device and a camera on long, scenic rides, I'm bringing a phone in case I need to call an ambulance and my Dexcom, so that I can monitor my sugar level without getting blood on my handlebars. Instead of planning how many protein bars, Gu packets, and electrolye refills I'll need to make it through a 100 mile bike ride, I'm calculating how much insulin I'll need to take with each of those things to balance them perfectly in my blood sugar.
I'm riding 100 miles for a cure this July for the third time because we still haven't found one, but we're getting closer. I'm riding for a cure for myself and all those I've met through JDRF who are affected by Type 1 diabetes. I'm riding for a cure for all the T1'ers I haven't met that don't have access to the management tools they would need to make it safely across the finish line. I'm riding for a cure because I'm a fighter at heart. Please support me in my fight by donating whatever you can to JDRF - every dollar helps.
On the Move
Recruited a new rider, got him a bike, realized we still needed a helmet, and went for a 37-mile Cape Ann Tour last weekend! A little over 100 training miles for the season: I'm having a slow start. Having Memorial Day off was crucial while I'm still finishing my master's. Also I'm a little wary without the Dexcom since I had my first low while riding on this same ride. Until I get back on some better health insurance, I'll be following the "Stay Sweet" rule, inhaling as much Gu and protein bars as I can stomach!
I'm already at the $1000 mark and I couldn't be more excited - you guys are truly the best support system a girl could ask for!!