Category Archives: life

Operation: Stop the itch

3.5 years ago, Niya was born. She was cut out (c-section). Niya took a lot of things away from me during her stay in my belly. I wouldn’t change anything! Niya is my blessing.

I lost all of my baby weight. I’ve come
to terms that my stretch marks will not go away. I understand sit-ups, crunches or ab work outs will not rid me of stretch marks…*sigh* but for some odd reason my stretch marks started itching. Why? I don’t know. Do I scratch them?!?! Heck no! I don’t want to create more. I need to find a remedy to take the itch away.

My theory–sweat! They didn’t start itching until I started working out. Heck what do I know, I’m not a Dermatologist?!?! I’m just a woman, who happens to be a diabetic, mother and wife…who wants these dog on stretch marks to stop itching. *sigh*

Can someone…ANYONE, Help me?!?! I know there has to be a woman or man who can help me. Please I’ll try just about “anything”.

Be Blessed
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Please excuse any grammatical error’s:)


Still here

Yesterday, I started working on my first homework assignment. I am now a part time college student; along with everything else I have on my plate.

I’m going to continue blogging:) I enjoy it too much to stop. I’m trying to stay cool and calm! I’m actually a little nervous, but I’ll be ok–just have to break the ice, get use to studying again and writing papers.

Be Blessed
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Cherise, I have a personal question

I am “scheduled” to leave work at 4:00 pm everyday, do I leave at 4 pm everyday? No. I usually get the bulk of my “STAT” calls around 3:00 pm. Not a problem. I take care of the call and then go home. Today, I recieved a call from “V”. Her voice didn’t sound happy, it had a really serious tone–not normal. Our coversation went as followed-

V- “Hey, Chica! It’s me V.”

Me- “Hey, what’s up?”

V- “I have a personal question to ask you. Is it ok for me to ask?”

Me- “Sure, go ahead.”

V- “Do you have diabetes?”

Me- “Yes. Why what’s up?”

V- “I rec’d the e-mail you sent. I clicked on the link.”

Me-“The link to my blog?”

V- “yes! Omg. Cherise, you have to take care of yourself.”

I stopped her in the middle of her sentence..”I take excellent care of myself. You don’t have to worry about me. If you have any questions about diabetes please feel free to ask. I am open and honest.”

She went on to say they Dr.M and Dr. S are starting to go to seminars about diabetes and trying to learn healthy and more efficent ways to help their patients take care of/control their diabetes. I told her about TCOYD and a few other things both Doc’s might want to look into. The last question I asked her was “Does your office have a diabetic support group?” She said “Not yet.” I couldn’t believe their office didn’t have a support group. I told her o let me know when they get a support group going and I would be more than happy to attend.

I wanted to volunteer to help start a support group for their office but I need to figure out how to do it without crossing the line of business and “personal”.

If you all have an idea’s on how I can approach “V” about the diabetic support group without crossing lines, please let me know.

Be Blessed

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I am offically a part time college student, again. I haven’t attended college in almost 4 years. I tried going when I was pregnant; it didn’t work! Pregnant and school=no go for me.
I’m excited and a little nervous at the sametime. I’ll get it figured out, too blessed too be stressed.

Watch out world! I am one closer to accomplishing my goal!
Happy, Happy! Joy, Joy!!! I’ll keep you all posted!

Be Blessed
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That’s what insulin is for…

I took my daughter to Red Robin for dinner on Friday night.  It was extremely crowded, we sat next to a couple and their 3 teenage kids.  We chatted a little bit.  We laughed a little bit.  We talked about the Army.  OK, I still don’t know these people.  The teenage girl asked me if I wanted a blueberry lemonade (see below).


redrobin I declined.  The teenage girl looked at me with a weird face.  I said “I am a diabetic.  I can’t have that drink!” She said, “That’s what insulin is for.” Well excuse me! I am sorry but I do not want to drink something that is full of sugar. She looked at me with a strange look on her face.  Her mom said, “I have a nice who is a diabetic. She is on a high fiber diet.”  I told her that was awesome and walked away. Teenagers say stupid things sometimes…Gosh, I can’t believe I use to be one.

Be Blessed

5 years with diabetes: More than just number

5 years ago today,   I developed a yeast infection that I couldn’t get rid of.   I scheduled an appointment with my NP.  I walked into the exam room hoping to get relief from the itchy feeling I had but instead I walked out with something I didn’t expect…I walked out with diabetes.  The first person I called was my mom, couldn’t call my husband because he was in Iraq.  I cried.   I read all the information I could from the internet.  I asked questions.  I gained knowledge for a disease I was clueless about.  I counted carbs and maintained my blood sugar. 5 years later,  I am still going strong. 

I am blessed- I haven’t been in the hospital due to diabetes.  I am blessed, I have a supportive husband who made the lifestyle change with me.  He holds my hand,  sits through some of my frustrated times and tells me when I maybe too high or too low.    I refuse to let diabetes steal my JOY.  I refuse to let diabetes take over my body.  If I have to give up cakes, pie’s or ice cream to live a long life with diabetes I will.  But If I was to ever developed complications, at least I can say I tried.

Diabetes has been a blessing in my life.  I am still new at it but it doesn’t matter how long someone has been living with diabetes, it’s not an easy task for anyone at any stage in the game.  I have met a lot of interesting people,  gained friendships  and formed bonds with people who understand diabetes.  I’ve heard their stories and have a new found respect for them.  They are no longer just my friends with diabetes, they are my brother’s and sister’s.   

I don’t look at diabetes as a curse.  I don’t hate diabetes.  I show it love, I embrace it.  I was taught “If you can’t fix it, why complain about it?” I stopped complaining about it along time ago.  I want to take what I’ve learned about diabetes and living with it to a whole different level.  I want to educate the world one person at a time.  If I can change 1 person’s evil thoughts about diabetes, that means I’ve done my job.  I am more than just a number.   I am a wife, mother, daughter, sister, aunt and friend. I am a person living with diabetes. 

I am blessed and thankful to lived 5 years with diabetes.   I pray for many more years to come.


Be Blessed


Prt 2: Humor Me

I wrote a post a few weeks ago,  Humor Me.   My Supervisor held me hostage until my low (58) came up. I was told I needed to make an appointment with the Endo to see what was wrong with me.  I tried explaining there wasn’t anything wrong with me, but they didn’t want to hear it. I scheduled my appointment for 6-11-09.  This is how my appointment went:

Wes: “Cherise, what are you doing here so soon?”

Me: “Well, I had a bg of 58! My boss/supervisor said I needed to come see you because something isn’t right.”

Wes: “How many times has this happened?”

Me:  “Once.  I was very active at work during Memorial Day weekend.  I dropped. They made me come see you.”

Wes:” OK, that’s odd. They must not be a diabetic? ”

Me: “Not diabetic (I started laughing). Just worried about me.”

Wes: “What do they want me to do?”

He asked to see my PDM.  I gave it to him. 

Wes: “Cherise, your numbers are awesome.  The lowest you’ve been was 70, not bad at all.”

I asked Wes to Humor Me, he decided to send this letter to my boss/supervisor:



I am blessed to have co-workers who care about my well being.  I understand why they worry.  Honestly, it can be a little overwhelming at times.  I try to go with the flow sometime but it doesn’t follow me. Isn’t that what life with diabetes is about? 

Be Blessed


Btw, My insurance doesn’t require me to pay a copay to see the Endo.  If I had to pay I wouldn’t have went.