Podcast 56: The Race Is On | Carri Hicks, T1D Parent & OK State Senate Candidate


Oklahoma is thankful to have an upcoming state senate candidate who in not only a second generation educator, but the parent of a child recently diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. In this episode we touch on her son’s diagnosis, insulin affordability & accessibility, and Carri’s day to day life on the campaign trail with three kids. Please note – this is not a political plug, but just an opportunity to have someone in her shoes share life with managing the real world and a child with Type 1 diabetes.

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To Be Or Not To Be A “Sugar Momma”

Having A Baby With Type 1 Diabetes

When I was ten years old, my doctor told my mom I would never have children. I didn’t hear these words; I was laying in a diabetic coma that lasted for 4 days. When I woke up, I woke up to a new life, a diagnosed life that included injections, meal planning, and glucometers. When my mom finally broke the news to me a few months later, the last thing on my mind was having kids someday.

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Tuesday Topic: Does T1D Affect Your Parenting Skills?

GP on a Boat

I’m NOT a parent and after my behavior today, it might be a good thing.  My sister and nephew are in town and I made a point to have quality one-on-one time with Greg (a.k.a Grandpa Henry).  GP Henry is four and 100% boy – fearless, somewhat stubborn and off the charts a cutie pie.  We like to sing songs, eat vitamin C organic lollipops and solve the world’s problems.

During our recent adventure on a playdate with Sara and her daughter Stella, I had my first T1D “wait a second” experience.  The kids were loud, jumping on things and doing what any active three and four year old would be doing.  While sitting there watching the little ones, I found myself festering.  WTF????  The day started a little rocky so I was contributing my lack of tolerance to the previous days events.  I should be happy, patient and over the moon about my quality time…  I sprang up and told Sara I was headed downstairs to test my blood sugar. Continue reading