Awwh the memories. . . We flew many a mission in that ship. . .

Charleigh recently had a glucose/insulin tolerance test. Friday we received the results: Reactive Hypoglycemia with a decreased beta cell function.

In Charleigh’s world that is bitter sweet news. While she doesn’t have to get “shots” she also won’t get to eat sugar.

In my world that means I need to instruct and encourage her to eat a low glycemic diabetic diet so we can avoid a future diagnosis of type 1 diabetes.

To Charleigh this new diet also means she won’t be having headaches or feeling “fuzzy” or “tired” anymore.

To me it means I won’t find her half conscious and unable to say her name or recognize her family members.

To daddy, who is also hypoglycemic it means he’ll be watching what he eats a lot closer. Now that he has an 8yr old watching him like a hawk it will be harder to buy those cookies.

To my jeans it means they may soon be fitting again. I told Charleigh we were in this together and I wouldn’t eat anything she couldn’t. I’ve done a pretty good job of sticking to her diet. Of course after she went to bed last night I broke out the Boy Scout chocolate covered caramel corn. She walked through the room for a drink of water and I shoved the bowl under a couch cushion. After she went back to bed I felt guilty for cheating and silly for hiding it so I dumped the bowl in the trash and packed up the remaining sweets to be given to some lucky friend.

Please keep Charleigh in your prayers. Not only for a smooth adjustment to her new healthy lifestyle but also for the results of the 15 other blood tests she just had this Friday.