More Than Meets The Eye

There are many illnesses, diseases, conditions or syndromes which have many different treatments, cures, no cures, hopeful cures and management.  All of these give you a new way of life, a change of life, a shorter life, or a more uneasy or demanding life.

They may come to you at all different stages of life, young or old, mother or father, child or adult.  All of these need awareness, attention, funding for research, empathy, and compassion.

What is not needed is stigma, comparison, bias and ridicule!  We have had friends and still have friends, who have all kinds of different ‘conditions’.  Some have passed on, some have survived and continued with their lives and some who live with it daily.

It is Diabetes Week here in Australia.  I urge you all to not compare, not to judge, but to understand that type 1 diabetes is a chronic illness, an auto-immune disease, with no cure.  It demands attention no matter the time of day or where you are in your life.  It floats by sometimes or makes you sit up and pay attention. 

 “Let us be kind to one another, for most of us are fighting a hard battle.” Ian MacLaren


Diabetes Australia is currently running a campaign called ‘The Diabetes Lowdown’. They are asking us to give them #thelowdown on lows. To let people know what it feels like to have a ‘hypo’. People who have followed my story know that it’s not me with Type 1 Diabetes but my son, Isaac. He has had Type 1 for 8 years now and will be 10 next month; we have lived through many hypos together. So, how do I talk about how a hypo feels? I can talk about what has gone through my mind when Isaac has hypos.

When he was younger, it was extremely stressful. Was he asleep or was he low? Watching him playing and asking myself- what is his BG? He could be as happy as Larry but as low as could be without passing out. Countless finger pricks have happened due to me believing he was low. How can a two year old convey the way they feel?

Isaac has had a couple of hypos, as low as 1.1, still standing, still coherent. Another time, I recall, he said he felt hypo and so did a BG he said it was 4.1. Yep, still in the ‘normal’ range but he didn’t want to do anything but tell me he was low, he felt so low and that he needed some sugar. I checked the number on the meter and he was actually 1.4, he had read the number the wrong way. My feeling to that number, after being casual about a 4.1, was of anxiety and alarm. I grabbed some juice and helped him drink it. Isaac seems to be able to endure very low hypos without too many outward symptoms. On saying that we have had some, not so low hypos, that have seen his arms and legs in spasm. It’s scary to watch. There are times we’ve had to give him mini dose glucagon as he hasn’t been able to come back up from an hour low, even after numerous treatments.

I have seen him turn from a nice rosy colour to grey in an instant. I have seen him running around the footy field only to come off because he’s low. I’ve heard him yelling out from the middle of the cricket pitch – “I’M LOW!!” with my reply of – “Throw some frogs from your pocket in your mouth”, I then sit and wonder if he’s coming back up. I feel concerned and anxious. I feel that this impacts his life and I feel he has to cope with so many problems when it comes to having a hypo and sometimes it saddens me that he may have to miss out on lunch time or sports due to him having a hypo. But, I also feel grateful, grateful Isaac can feel the symptoms.

Isaac is pretty clued on with what he has to do to live with his Type 1 Diabetes. He has explained to me that a hypo makes him feel like he’s a big blob. His whole body feels like it’s made of jelly. I will never understand exactly what a hypo feels like. I can only understand what it’s like to watch my child go through them. Everything about Type 1 is repetitive and tedious but for me, as an outsider and parent, hypos are what I make sure everyone around him knows how to treat just in case he can’t.


At 6:20am, this morning, I hear Isaac yell out...

“Mum, my line came off?”


“I don’t know!”

“Okay, what are you?”


Insert eye roll and a few swear words here. Now we’re going to have to deal with highs for most of the morning, I’m over having to deal with things like this. It’s not his fault, I know. After a few minutes I get up and he’s in the kitchen drinking a hot chocolate. Insert another eye roll.

“How much have you had? Have you eaten anything else?”

“Just this little bit, nothing else.”

I hear his pump beep. Great - I thought- he has suspended his pump! Thumbs up! I grab his pump and notice it’s not suspended, the line is still attached and it’s calibrating…. Hmmm. It says ‘6.3’ and he has a few units of insulin on board. I look at him and he has a massive (cheeky) smile on his face.

“My line is still on. I wanted to get you out of bed, Mum!” That he did!! I’m always pulling pranks on the kids but this morning, Isaac got me a good one!

In Good Hands

My goodness! My heart! Isaac’s little sister was dishing out dessert. Isaac’s bowl was next so she placed it on the scales and asked Isaac what to do next. He instructed her to turn it on, she was asking which buttons to press and making sure it was set up right, put in the ice cream and told Isaac the number. I heard indecipherable discussion as they moved on but I didn’t care what happened after that as I knew he was, and will be, in good hands.

Life wasn't meant to be easy

Isaac was at a birthday party this afternoon so I decided I’d give the other kids their favourite food –pasta! They’re at me almost every night for pasta. We do have bolognese with pasta but Isaac usually decides to eat potato with it instead, as potato doesn’t give us the headache that pasta does. He decides on what he would prefer to eat, and it’s usually not the pasta, but sometimes he’ll sneak a few pieces to get his pasta fix.

As I served out dinner I thought how easy it was not to have to weigh things out and count carbs. Then I think about what I had to do prior to him going to the party. His blood glucose was sky high as he was excited, gave half a correction as I know that the activity will bring him down, as well as the adrenaline wearing off.

After their activity, before dinner, I asked them to send me a text with what he was having for dinner so I could look it up and message them back with carbs. It’s high fat and high carb, I realise that, it’s as bad as, or worse than, him having pasta but add in all the activity and it will help keep him away from his delayed hypo… I hope!

Following his activity he had dropped down to a lower level, not low but close to, and travelling along nicely. Let’s see how the night turns out. Here I was thinking how ‘easy’ it was dishing out dinner without him around but, life wasn’t meant to be easy.

Sugar Rush

School pick up time, the kids are late out of class and we’re running late for our dash to town for swimming lessons. Halfway there Isaac pipes up…

‘I have no insulin left’

My head goes into a spin, ‘Okay, when did you run out of insulin?’

‘Just at the end of lunch (an hour ago) and I still have insulin on board’.

Thinking on my feet whilst trying to drive quickly and responsibly to swimming, I decided not to go home and continue to swimming. His BG was in range and we’ll be home within an hour for a new line. Breathe and continue.

We arrive home, I throw everyone in the shower, and I set up a new reservoir and line. Once everyone’s showered and dressed I insert the new line and get him to test his BG. He’s a little higher than we like but not an issue, so he corrects and starts his dinner bolus.

Isaac has always loved ‘Operation Ouch’ and being Mental Health Day today, they had a special on tonight. Isaac had it scheduled to be recorded but we remembered it was on and I thought it would be good to sit down as a family and give it a watch. They were talking about many things to do with mental health and how to obtain help. One comment was about stress – to paraphrase- When you are trying to do your homework, that is due tomorrow, and you’re concerned you won’t get it done and your mobile phone keeps beeping at you… Isaac turns to me and says ‘Or my pump keeps beeping at me!’, my instant thought was the pump has been beeping at him all day today, reminding him he has a low reservoir but he chose to ignore and continue life as if he didn’t have Type 1 Diabetes.

I understand that he wants to take no notice of it and pretend all is good. I also understand that he only ran out of insulin an hour prior and wasn’t in huge danger but I also reminded him that he should have told his teacher so the message could be passed on. I told him he was okay this time but he needs to make sure he tells us if he was to run out of insulin.

It Only Takes A Minute

As the diabetes community always likes to point out to those not in the community, Type 1 Diabetes is more than test and inject. That’s the minimal goings-on needed to be done. It’s an illness that doesn’t stop.

We all know that it only takes a minute to do a line change or insert a sensor but how many minutes to order, purchase and pick up supplies, to get the all the supplies ready for the line change or sensor insertion. It only takes a minute to do a blood glucose test but may take over fifteen minutes to treat a low and get back to a healthy blood glucose range but, how long to recover from said low? It only takes a minute to weigh out and count carbs in every meal but then working out what activities will be next so you can adjust insulin if needed. It only takes a minute for a quick injection of insulin to help bring your blood glucose levels back down to a more healthy range, but how long to recover from the feeling of having high blood glucose levels?

It only takes a minute to do a midnight and or 3am blood glucose test but it may take an hour to get back to sleep, especially if you add in a hypo and the minimum of fifteen minutes to make sure you are safe enough to go back to sleep. Again, it only takes a minute to do a midnight and or 3am blood glucose test but it may take an hour to get back to sleep, especially if your blood glucose is too high and you need to do a line change or give yourself an injection of insulin.

It only takes a minute to disconnect and suspend the pump before diving into the pool for a swim, but there’s more minutes taken to make sure your blood glucose is in the safe range for the swim, to maybe have a snack to make sure you stay in the safe range. Then after the swim, to adjust insulin so you don’t have a delayed hypo or delayed high.

So put together all the ‘it only takes a minute’ throughout the day and it adds up. Add to it the constant thinking and weighing up actions, thoughts, feelings, illnesses, excitement, frustration and so much more. It’s not as simple as testing and injecting; it doesn’t only take a minute!

Isaac, Type 1 Diabetes and Migraine

When you have Type 1 Diabetes, or more along my path- when your child has Type 1 Diabetes, it is hard to know if it’s Type 1 causing issues or if it’s something else.   Yesterday after school, on the way to swimming Isaac says he has a headache (when Isaac isn’t feeling well first thing we do is the Type 1 checks- BGs and Ketones). We do the tests and both are in range.  I get him to drink some water and get swimming.  In the car on the way home he’s closing his eyes and all quiet.  My heart skips a beat so I call his name and get him to test, not hypo- phew! I’ve had a headache all day he pipes up. It clicks- Migraine!

I know when I am developing a migraine as I can feel it; I get all the godforsaken symptoms so it’s easy for me.  But, as it is with Type 1 Diabetes or any other illness your child may suffer, us parents aren’t able to feel their symptoms.  As he has only had a handful of them months apart, and thankfully (not that I’m thankful for stupid migraines) suffers only with two migraine symptoms- a headache and then some time later - vomiting, it’s hard to distinguish a migraine.  We arrive home and sure enough an hour later he’s vomiting. 

So, instead of having the day off school when he has a migraine, he suffers throughout the day and then the night with vomiting and therefore needs the following day off to recover.  If only he, or we, could figure it out earlier, we could’ve have given him some relief and sleep before it developed.  The one positive, if we could call it that, is his BGs stay in perfect range, along with no ketones!  He will sleep well tonight.

Carb Counting, Bananas and Permanent Marker

So, Isaac has taken to drawing on his food now, not just writing the carb amounts! I am not annoyed or angry, (maybe a little annoyed that I now have permanent marker all over the bench), but he’s so good at sorting out his food for school, measuring his food and calculating carbs, how could I be.  He really does take on a huge amount of responsibility when it comes to his diabetes.  I both love and despise that fact, as all of you know when it comes to Type 1 Diabetes, there’s so much to take on when it comes to self-care, but I wish he didn’t have to do it all.  He does get exhausted from it, but he keeps on soldiering on and knows I am always here to catch him when does fall.

He makes his own breakfast; weighing milk, yogurt, and adding up carbs for his cereal and toast.  He tells me what he’s having and pretty much one hundred percent of the time he gets the carb count right, and like this morning, if I have a different number he tells me why his count is what it is and he’s spot on!

If, at nine years of age, he does all this I don’t believe I have the right to be annoyed at permanent marker all over the bananas!  I am proud that he grabs the marker and takes the responsibility. I will embrace his engagement as I know we have our ups and downs.  I also know we will go through periods of him not wanting to have anything to do with his self-care.  So, if drawing on a banana helps him deal with having to write carb amounts on all food he eats- so be it!

A New Routine

It has taken me a few days to figure out if I wanted to write this as I haven’t known how to put this struggle down on paper, but, here goes. 

There is only so much a person can bear.  I have seen a difference in all of us lately and knew something had to be done, something needed a shake-up.  I spoke to our team and straight away we jumped into action – a one on one meeting (Isaac and his DE) was held the following day.  I sat in the room next door and left them to it, to come up with their own plan.  I know they chatted about the day to day monotony this illness throws at him/us, sport, school and friends, and with that they came up with a new plan of attack.

By the end of their little powwow they had a ‘contract’ drawn up, all three of us signing it, and with that, we left the clinic.  For the first time in weeks, maybe months, I saw a spring in his step and a glint in his eye.  HE had made some decisions about HIS condition; he finally had some ‘control’.  Off to school he went and off I went and held a meeting with his teachers and aides the following day.  The ‘contract’ has now been signed off by all, his teacher went back in and spoke to Isaac and together they drew up the new routine which is now in use.  What a difference a few days and a new routine can make!

Sometimes it takes being at the end of the road to see a new route, to start afresh.  Let’s hope his spring keeps on bouncing, even though what he deals with doesn’t give him a break.


We can do anything, we can be anything, and we can conquer all.  It’s a fantastic sentiment but make sure you know we can also burnout, feel like we failed, and despise and detest this disease.  I want my son to know he CAN do anything but I also want him to know that it’s okay to be angry, to fall, to fail.

We may be called ‘Superheroes’ but we are all human.  We hurt, we feel, and we can conquer but it’s not always the easiest mountain to climb.

The Never Ending Rally Race

Remember the moments when you were growing up and you’d stay up half the night, or the whole night, loving life - hanging with friends, chatting, laughing, listening to music, partying, the list goes on.  Eventually, the time arrives and you settle down, you and your partner have a baby, and now those long nights awake are for you loving the life of a different kind, the life of a little person who is completely dependent on you, your actions, and your endless time and love.

Slowly, these endless nights dissipate, but Type 1 Diabetes knocks on your door.  The sleepless nights, the constant anxiety, the mental and emotional strain comes back.  You have to welcome a new unwanted ‘baby’ into your life.  This new baby still needs you to hop up in the middle of the night but instead of the cries of a hungry baby it’s an alarm that make you move.  You now need to get up and tend to your new baby, unfortunately this baby doesn’t sleep and it doesn’t grow up or look after itself, it's here now, insistent on round the clock care.

Next week we will hit seven years of living with this extra figure in our family and I am burnt out!  Maybe it's the seven year itch but maybe I have had enough, I know Isaac has had enough, we have all had enough; the relentlessness, the physical, emotional and mental toll and I am not the one who physically has Type 1.  I am the carer of it, the one who doesn’t feel the literal ups and downs of it but is the co-driver, helping direct him along this never-ending rally race.


I guess my post today is more of an ongoing gripe than anything, but here goes.

We all have a whinge now and then, I completely understand that, but, I tell you what, if you whinge about something -do something about it!  For those who have complained about certain issues- have you ever done anything to help the situation?  Have you written letters to companies?  Have you contacted the media?  Have you put in a complaint about misleading information?  Have you met up with your Local MP?  Federal MP?

Do you fundraise to help fund a cure?  Do you donate to those who research this cure?  Have you been to any kind of fundraiser? 

What have you achieved, if you haven’t done anything but complain? 

Change your perspective! Put your energy into something with substance!  Write letters.  Email companies.  Talk to the media.  Contact Ministers.  SHOUT OUT LOUD!  Raise funds.  Donate, but, please, don’t just sit and complain!


We have made it through the first two weeks of school all in one piece.  Isaac has settled in well as have the other two.  His teacher is so positive and proactive, with only needing me to go into school twice to help them out.  It’s good going considering he has moved on from all the junior teachers and aide.  I love the confidence and reception both Isaac and his teacher have to discuss what has happened or is going to happen and act on it accordingly. 

When we started school three years ago we didn’t know any other family or child at the school but within weeks Isaac had bonded with a beautiful and boisterous bunch.  They have stuck together like glue ever since.  Over the past couple of years Isaac has been placed with two of the original six preppie gang.  His little mates have taken on some responsibility in looking after him.  They would stay in at playtime/lunch, if Isaac was hypo, to keep him company – and they were spoilt with being able to have a play on the computer so I’m sure that was a drawcard too!  For a bunch of six year old boys they really did make sure all was okay. 

The past three years Isaac has taken on more and more in regards to his own care but so have his group of friends.  Now, they don’t only stay in with him, they check his numbers and make sure he is entering the right amount of carbs!  Isaac has been lucky to have met these wonderful little people and I am blessed to now have their parents as friends; who are always looking out for him too.  This year he is back with two of the original bunch of six, they have not been in a class together since prep.  I have had reports back that they have an amazing bond, they look after each other and, still, stay with Isaac inside at lunch time – I’m sure many other eight year old boys would just run outside and let him deal with it himself.  They may, or may not, get in a bit of trouble for talking and laughing too loud sometimes but to know that these boys are so caring is something that all parents love to hear, but for me, a parent of a child with a chronic illness, it really does make my heart sing!

Blessing or Curse

Some people call their Type 1 Diabetes diagnosis a gift, a blessing.  Others call it a curse, a nightmare.  Me, on the scale of blessing to curse, I’d be closer to curse.  The Type 1 community loves to pose the question – What do you find positive about your Type 1 diagnosis?  I find we have a number of positives but these positives come from struggle.  Isaac’s diagnosis has given us plenty of opportunities.  Opportunities which may not have arisen without his diagnosis but I am pretty certain other opportunities would have come our way.

Friends, now, my Type 1 mum friends are definitely worth celebrating, and for those who know us, that we do!  Social media has made life more bearable for all of us as there is always someone on line you can shoot a question to or vent. Knowing I can pick up the phone at any hour and call, text or private message is most certainly a blessing.

Having my son diagnosed with Type 1 has taught me many things.  Our family life and each of our children’s lives are different because of it. I feel the kids have more empathy and understanding but I also feel they have more frustration and needs because of it too.

The other thing I’m starting to detest is the adjective ‘strong’.  I believe it’s a word with no meaning when it comes to describing someone in a continual state of fight or flight.  People who have children with a chronic illness, be it Type 1 or not, are often referred to as strong.  We fight, we fall down, we struggle, we succeed, we fail, we continue, we wake up and get up, we cry, we scream, we laugh, we love.  Strong is not the word I would use.  I think people say this word because they’re not exactly sure of what to say.

We all have our struggles, your struggles may not be the same as mine and mine not as tough as others but it’s all relative, and relative just to ourselves, our own day to day fight.

I wouldn’t be where I am now without this diagnosis but I wouldn’t be where I am without my many thousands of decisions I have made, and situations I have been in, in my lifetime.  So, to come back to the blessing to curse scale, I could never count this as a blessing but I can say it has definitely added to my story.

Where would you sit on the scale?

Packing for the First Day of School

Only two more sleeps until all my munchkins start school for the year. My two youngest are packed and ready- art smock, library bag…Done!  Now to start packing Isaac’s bag (or bags).

People don’t always understand what Type 1 Diabetes entails.  They don’t understand how much preparation goes into day to day life.  Sometimes Type 1 parents are seen as over the top, over protective, over cautious.  I say, none of this is over the top; it’s being prepared for all that Type 1 throws at you. It’s making sure my son has everything he needs to get through the school day without too much intrusion into his school learning.  To have everything he needs to come home safe from school every day.

 Hypo lollies

Juice boxes

Three lock down kits

Spares kit

Action Plan


I start with packing hypo jelly lollies into separate bags and then into his hypo container.  I pack the right amount of lollies needed to treat a hypo in individual bags so he can grab and go and knows he has enough with him to treat a hypo.  A six pack of juice boxes to keep in his classroom for hypo treatment also.  He prefers to have juice as it’s quick to drink down and works relatively fast but he also likes to have jelly lollies as they’re small and easy to carry (and something different if he was to have a couple of hypos in one day). The lock down kits are packed and labelled, ready to be put into his specialty classrooms tomorrow. 

Then there’s the spares kit- for this kit I have always used an ice cream container, labelled clearly as it sits in the medical cupboard in the office (This kit is taken with them if they are to go anywhere outside the school premises). There are numerous batteries, meters, blood glucose test strips – two brands just in case his BG meter which works with his pump decides not to work – ketone strips, reservoirs, cannulas, hypo treatment, long acting carbohydrate and the list goes on!

Isaac’s School Action Plans all filled in and now just needs to be signed by a school representative, his photo placed on it, laminated and then positioned strategically around the school. His briefcase is ready to go with, guess what? More hypo treatment!

Preparing for our Education Session

We have a short half hour education session next Monday with the Grade 3 & 4 teachers. I’ve made a list of things I want to mention; Some of the things are testing times, documentation, testing kit, hypo treatments, lock down kits and glucagon.

Last years’ teacher and aide came up with such a fabulous idea for recording Isaac’s BGs, food and activity, which we will continue to use.  It has columns for - times he needs to test, blood glucose level, action taken and sighted by (occasionally Isaac signed this off himself; he’s a cheeky bugger sometimes!).  It is a day to a page, so plenty of room for little fingers to write notes.

His kit is all carried in a small briefcase; this has his testing kit, hypo treatment, long acting carbs and his diary.  He takes this everywhere with him!  His library teacher refers to him as Mr Lenehan, as he looks like he should be heading to his office job.  I love the sense of humour!  Spread around the school, in his specialty rooms, he has what I call ‘Lock down kits’.  These kits consist of juice boxes, jelly lollies and long acting carbs ie muesli bars.  These are kept there to be used in the unlikely (but becoming more frequent) event of a lock down situation.  This came to my attention almost two years ago where there were three schools in the area that were locked down.  It put the fright in me! Imagine him being locked in a room for, say, six hours without enough long or short acting carbs, that’s a scary thought.

As mentioned, as of halfway through last year, when he started carrying his briefcase he now has double of everything with him in those specialty rooms.  On the lock down topic, I will need to write up a plan as to what to do if this situation was to arise. It’s a hard ask, as we all know we fly by the seat of our pants the majority of the time when it comes to Type 1 Diabetes.  Thankfully, Isaac is clued on with things and is able to discuss and make educated decisions with adult assistance if it was to happen, and if they were unable to contact me.

Glucagon has been something that only Aaron and I have been trained to administer but this year we have been given the opportunity for his teachers to be trained.  I am hopeful they are willing to do so.  It’s a big ask and I know many schools wouldn’t want the responsibility but I believe our school will jump at the chance to learn more about how to care for him.

There are many more aspects of Type 1 Diabetes which we could go over with the teachers but, for me, as long as they know how to take his readings, what the numbers mean and what to do in the case of a high or low blood sugar, along with having my phone number on hand and open to communication, I feel he is in capable hands.  He has been on this Type 1 ride for almost seven years now so I feel he, although only 8, is quite skilled and in tune with it all.

I have such great rapport with the school and they are always open to new ideas and come up with new ideas themselves. We have more than four teachers up to date with what his day entails and I am sure Isaac will keep them in check, and on their toes! He does like to try to get away with things in the first couple of weeks with a new teacher as he knows he could probably get away with telling them this is how it’s done.  They’ll be onto him this year and so will I!

Below is a list of topics you may like to discuss with your school/teachers.  I will endeavour to write about these in future blogs.

Please note: if you are new to Type 1 Diabetes and school or not confident in your knowledge I would suggest approaching your diabetes team to discuss your options for a professional to go to your school and educate the staff.  We had our diabetes educator go in for Isaac’s first year of school and ran a session with the entire school staff.

Teacher training sessions run by diabetes groups:  and

Testing times

Blood glucose and ketone testing

Blood Glucose numbers and what they mean

Hypoglycaemic treatment

Hyperglycaemic treatment

Where the testing kit and treatment will be kept (in classroom and easily accessible)

Long/short acting carbs

Where the spares kit will be kept

Explaining to fellow students what Type 1 Diabetes is – my book will help :)

School Plan – signed by your diabetes team

Sports day plan

Emergency contingency plan

Will a teacher’s aide be available? Will you be applying for funding for this

Lock down plan

Parent/guardian contact details

Glucagon training

How to use the pump/pens

Who will be administering insulin is pens are being used

Continuous Glucose Meter

Food details –are the carbohydrate amounts going to be written on food, noted in diary, where?

My most important point is – test anywhere, at any time and he is not to be left alone if he is having a hypoglycaemic event.


Returning to School

I wrote an article for the ABC about this time three years ago, it was about Isaac starting school.  He was my first to go to school and the first child with Type 1 Diabetes starting at his school in over 15 years! The article entails all my thoughts and anxieties, plans and actions, and all that was involved with Isaac starting school (link below).  Three years on and starting to get ready for this year of school, I thought it was apt to write my first blog about him starting school this year.  Although managing Type 1 Diabetes has not become any easier, he’s three years older, more confident, more capable and a little bolder with it all, I feel so much better about him starting this year compared to his first year.

Saying that, I still have anxieties, I will always worry about people not understanding the severity of the disease and all that comes with it. I will always worry about Isaac having a severe hypoglycaemic event (low blood sugar) and not be with people who understand, or, worse still, by himself and not have the capabilities to help himself.  I am, and will always be no matter his age, a parent of a child with Type 1 Diabetes.

Three years on from when Isaac began his school journey, we have numerous members of staff who have a huge understanding as to what it takes to look after a child with Type 1 Diabetes; some of his previous teachers, his aide, and others who have worked in the classroom next to Isaac’s class and have been involve in his care.  Three years on I’m feeling more at ease.  Even though he is in a different section of the school, with a different ‘batch’ of teachers, his aide will remain with him and his beautiful little friends, who have been on this journey for these three years of school, always keep a keen eye out for him and his ‘numbers’.

Before the school year starts, we, his mum and dad, will go in and hold a short education session for the four teachers who will be taking grades 3 & 4. We will also hold an education session for all staff at the school- this is so, new and old, staff are familiar with Isaac and his needs (There are monthly sessions in Melbourne, and other towns around Victoria, run by Diabetes Australia for teachers to attend, two from Isaac’s school attend each year).


When T1 went to school article: