“Mum, can you please give me my needles?”
I haven’t written a blog for a while, years in fact. Plenty has been happening but nothing that had really compelled me to put pen to paper until this week. I was walking in to the kitchen when our T1D son Hamish said to me “Mum, can you please give me my needles?”.
So polite, so natural, it may as well have been “Mum, can you please pass me the sauce?”. It stopped me in my tracks and made...