Recently, we celebrated at a family friend’s Bat Mitzvah. Along with the religious ceremony marking a 13 year old becoming a responsible part of the Jewish community, there is often a big celebration. This was to be a night time party with food, dancing, the works. Our diabetes plan for an evening like this is very permissible as long as we know what’s going on.

I walked Benny over to the kids’ table, which was covered in little boxes of candy. We agreed he could have two. We checked out the kids’ buffet and decided how many carbs were probably in the pizza and chicken fingers. Math done, it was time to have some fun.  Benny likes to hit the dance floor and stay there for as long as he can. He can go a bit high with all the party food, but dancing can make him low. As always, it’s a difficult balance.

An hour or so later Benny wasn’t feeling well.  A quick check showed BG was 400. What happened? We went through what he ate and bolused for.  Turns out, he’d had a Sprite. Aha! That was something we’d agreed to but he’d forgotten to let us know or bolus himself.  There’s a lot going on at these parties, especially for an eight year old, so I wasn’t too surprised about a rogue soda.

We corrected, but he wasn’t bouncing back easily and I could tell he was sad to miss out on some fun.  I looked up and spotted our host’s brother, Andrew, across the room. He has type 1! My friend had talked about him before and I’d met him earlier that day, but had completely forgotten until that moment.  I told Benny, “See that guy over there? Go show him your pump.” Benny looked at me funny for a second, but then he got it and ran right over.

What a great reaction!  Andrew, who is also a pediatrician, took his pump out of his pocket and high-fived Benny.  They even had the same Animas pump.  I could see them talking excitedly to each other, then they ran upstairs to the party photo booth and took crazy pictures like this.



Thank you, Dr. Andrew Lubell, from the bottom of my heart.

It’s hard to express how much something like this means to me and my family.  You took my son from being sad at a celebration, to being happy and right back to having fun. You gave him something joyful to consider about diabetes.

And you rock that neon mohawk.