Raising Money while Lowering Blood Sugar

Our local chapter of JDRF held its' charity gala this past weekend. While this was their 10th annual Imagine Gala, this was our first time attending. We were blessed to be invited to a corporate sponsor table (Charles Schwab for the win!). I was thrilled to be attending, and my husband and I got all dolled up to attend a special "grown-ups" night. I had a new dress, did my hair and makeup, my husband Youtube'd how to tie a tie properly. We drove the 45 minutes to the venue, the lovely Loews Portofino Bay. Let me tell you, what a nice event. Silk aerialists, live band, Dr. Nicole Johnson, a fast-paced live auction.

What I wasn't expecting in all this glitz and glamour was that my daughter would have some kind of excitement, adrenaline, or otherwise freak occurrence with her blood sugars while we were gone. While eating the first course, I get a text from my mother (our babysitter for the night), saying that M's BG was 440. Crud, what did she have for dinner (PB&J). Did she get the proper dose via the pump? Did we give her a proper pre-bolus time for white bread? We hadn't checked the Nightscout yet to realize that her blood sugars were going off the charts (parent fail). My husband walks my mother through giving insulin on the new pump and we finish our course. 20 minutes later my mother is calling me to tell me that her blood sugar is now 561! That is literally the highest reading she's ever had, diagnosis included. My husband is ready to ditch the gala and go home, but I know that it's a long drive home and immediate action is needed. So I step out of the room, leaving my sea bass dinner behind, and walk her through the steps to give a manual injection, something we haven't had to do in over 3 years. My poor mother had to deal with a crying M, who doesn't remember the MDI days and only knows it's a "shot". Then she has to check blood ketones, which apparently throws her threw a loop because she doesn't realize there are separate meters for ketones vs. our normal BG checks. After figuring out why the "meter" isn't accepting the strip, we get it sorted out and luckily there are no ketones yet. My sea bass is gone from the table,  I owe my daughter a new toy, but at least we have the insulin on board. Crisis averted?

Fast-forward to one hour later. A blip in time, and my mom texts to tell us that my daughter's BG is 158 already, with over 2 units of insulin on board still. Nightscout is down for some reason, so we can't see the trend ourselves. So now it's the scramble to give her a meals worth of carbs to make sure she doesn't crash into a low. $650,000 later, the gala is ending and we head home to relieve my mom. A report of a 68 means even more juice. We get home and end up giving her even more carbs to get her through the night.

It's nights like these, while literally trying to raise money for this disease, that remind us WHY it is so important to forge on towards a cure. 

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