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It’s been a hot minute, hasn’t it. And by ‘hot’ I mean sweltering here in Melbourne. While my friends in the northern hemisphere are sharing snow photos, we’ve been dealing with days in the high 30s and 40s. (For my US friends – we hit almost 120°F this month. It was not nice.)
Anyway, now that the weather discussions are over, let me wish you all a belated happy new year. I’d like to say that I hope that your start to 2026 has been gentle and kind, but instead, picture me gesturing wildly at the world and shaking my head in despair.
I finished up 2025 feeling pretty damn exhausted and burnt out. But, really, who wasn’t feeling that way? There was a lot of good stuff that I could look back on, but the never-ending travel wore me out. I feel compelled to say that I know I am fortunate to do the work I do, and I love my job. Being able to work with people in the diabetes community who are making real change is a gift every single day. I would just be so happy if someone could find out a way for Australia to not be a 30-hour trip away from most of the places I need to visit.
I was lucky to have a three-week break over the Christmas/New Year period where I travelled no further than 5kms from my house, and I’ll have had a 10-week hiatus before I next find myself in an airport. Both of these breaks feel like a luxury!
But as we gear up for 2026, it’s undeniable that the global health world is in a mess and diabetes is not immune to that. I’m really pleased that some of my work will involve addressing issues that are important to people with diabetes. I’m beyond honoured to have been invited to give the Anita Carlson lecture at this month’s Psychosocial Aspects of Diabetes (PSAD) Conference (even happier that it’s being held in a regional city in my state and I only have to drive for an hour to get there!). I’ve called my lecture ‘Building Diabetes Healthcare from the Ground Up’ and it’s given me an opportunity to imagine just what diabetes healthcare could be if people with diabetes were actually centred and involved in its creation.
Next month the first Global Summit to End Diabetes Stigma is being held in Jaipur, India. Can you imagine hundreds of people with or working in diabetes coming together in one place to come up with meaningful and real strategies to end stigma? For disclosure purposes, this event is being funded via a grant from Breakthrough T1D (I work there), and I am involved in the planning of the event. It feels like a culmination of a lot of efforts highlighting the impact of stigma to get to a place where the diabetes world is ready to collaborate to end it. I’m so thrilled to be working for the organisation that has recognised that.
For me right now though, there is an overarching feeling that the world really is burning. While the US gets a lot of our attention, diabetes healthcare and access to insulin and care remains incredibly lacking in other parts of the world. As always, the most vulnerable in our world are impacted the most negatively. I don’t know about you, but a lot of the time I feel helpless.
Now it’s February, you may have once again seen that the annual Spare a Rose campaign has started. I think this is the fourteenth year of the campaign. I think back to what the diabetes community was like when Spare a Rose first started, and honestly, it feels very different to what we have today. I don’t know if a campaign like this would be started in today’s community. In fact, sometimes I find it harder and harder to find community and advocacy these days, as “influencer culture” takes hold.
And so, it’s worth remembering where Spare a Rose came from and the intentions behind it. It was a group of advocates in the US who wanted to give back somehow. I should point out that the advocates who started Spare a Rose had already given so much to the community. Many of them have taken a back seat to front-facing advocacy efforts but their legacies live on, even if fewer and fewer people see how they shaped the DOC. It’s diabetes advocates who have driven this campaign over the years and made sure that it has remained in the view of people with diabetes.
I have always loved the simplicity of Spare a Rose. The donation being asked for is small – US$5. For those needing a refresher, the idea is to give your loved one eleven rather than twelve roses and donate the saving to the campaign. In our house, we forgo flowers completely and recognise that empty vases are a small price to pay for making a donation to the value of a year’s worth of insulin.
I know that many are doing it tough these days. I also know that a lot of people who would have donated without a second thought in the past are unable to do so now due to changes of circumstances in so-called high-income countries.
But if you can support Spare a Rose by making a donation, please do. All funds go directly to the brilliant charity Insulin for Life, and each contribution makes a difference to a person with diabetes in a low-income country. If you can’t make a financial contribution, please share the website across your networks. Someone else in there might be able to donate. Every single dollar counts.
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Today, just as always on 14 February, my favourite vases are empty. It’s not that we forgot Valentine’s Day. It’s because in our house, it’s Spare a Rose Day.
The annual Spare a Rose, Save a Life campaign is about turning love (or lust, or ‘I kinda like you’) in action. Instead of giving flowers, we donate to the campaign that was founded in diabetes community advocacy to provide support to people diagnosed with diabetes in under-resourced settings. The equation has remained the same since the campaign started over ten years ago: for each rose we forgo, insulin is supplied for a month to a person with diabetes. $5 for one month. $60 for a whole year.
All donations are made directly to Insulin for Life , an organisation doing vital, lifesaving work across the globe. Every cent counts and goes towards saving the lives of people with diabetes.
It’s a really easy choice for us. Because no one chooses to live with diabetes. And no one chooses to live in a place where a diabetes diagnosis is a death sentence.
Since 2013, our remarkable diabetes community has measured love not by the roses we send, but rather by the ones we don’t. A single rose might fade in a few days, but the impact of sparing one, and making a small donation can be life saving.
If you can, please Spare a Rose today. Just $5 can save a life.
I had a BIG birthday this week. It was lovely – spoilt by my gorgeous family and friends, a beautiful dinner, calls and messages and special deliveries from friends in far flung places. BIG birthdays are weird. There seems to be an expectation that we have BIG feelings about them. Some people have BIG negative feelings about them. Some people freak out. Some go through a crisis and suddenly feel as though they are facing their mortality. I haven’t felt any of those things, but people have been asking. And I’ve been at a bit of a loss as to how to respond.
I don’t feel bad about getting older. I like that the cliché about women giving fewer fucks about others’ opinions as they age has been true for me. I like that I’ve become more confident, and with that developed the ability to recognise a bout of imposter syndrome and swiftly dismiss it, knowing I’ve absolutely earned the seat at whichever table I am sitting. I like that I easily stare down and call out misogyny and have become better at identifying the misogynists who cloak their misogyny in faux allyship. I like that I have a group of strong, sassy, spectacular women around me and that we build each other up and celebrate each others’ triumphs. I like the respect my work receives, and I especially like that I now walk away from situations where that respect isn’t afforded.
The only one BIG feeling I have had is that ageing is such a privilege. I’ve felt that keenly this week as I’ve celebrated this BIG birthday. I’ve thought of friends who didn’t get to celebrate this BIG birthday for all sorts of devastating reasons, and of friends who have had some pretty serious medical emergencies of late. I flashed back to my darling sister being so, so unwell last year, noting that when it’s time for her next BIG birthday there will be fireworks to celebrate that she is with us. And I’ve thought about how if I’d been diagnosed with diabetes a few decades earlier, I may not be celebrating this week.
Diabetes has been a constant and unwelcome companion for over half my life now. I do have BIG feelings about that, none of them good. It entered my life and reshaped it in ways that I couldn’t have imagined, and even though my work – work that I love – is impossibly intertwined with my diabetes, I feel cheated that so much of my brainpower, my energy, my finances and mostly, my time has been sucked away by diabetes. I’ve never bought into the toxic positivity of diabetes superherodom, and flat out refuse to credit diabetes for the discipline and resilience I’ve been forced to adopt just to manage living. I get credit for that.
And I’ve thought this: Ageing is a privilege, but ageing with diabetes feels like a miracle, and believing that brings into sharp focus my diabetes brothers and sisters who might not get to celebrate BIG birthdays due to completely missed diagnoses, inadequate healthcare, or lack of access to drugs and technology. Over the last few years, we’ve heard more from our vast community about those experience and we need to hear more, and do more to help. And so, if I can be opportunistic on the occasion of my BIG birthday, an appeal to anyone reading. If you can, please make a donation to either Life for a Child or Insulin for Life; two charities doing so much to increase the chances of more BIG birthdays for people with diabetes in under-resourced countries. That seems like the best celebration possible.
As if to prove the point of yesterday’s post, I’ve received dozens of lovely messages from people about how supportive they’ve found others with diabetes, and how building each other up is a cornerstone of the work they are involved in.
And as someone said to me today when I told them how many people had reached out: ‘I’m not surprised …’
Neither am I. That community support is on show everywhere you look right now. And no more so than with community efforts to support our diabetes brothers and sisters affected by the war in Ukraine.
#SpareaRose for Ukraine has now been running for about two and a half weeks. Over $115,000 has been raised in community donations, plus another $80,000 or so in corporate matching. Just a reminder: this is a community initiative. There are four people doing a few things behind the scenes, but really, it’s the community that drives this campaign each and every year – BY the community, FOR the community.
The Dedoc voices community, a group of people with diabetes, has been instrumental in sharing details of #SpareARose for Ukraine once it had been launched. They have also been sharing other extraordinary efforts they’ve been involved in, and here are just some of them.
Meet: Dawn
Dedoc voice from Northern Ireland, and diabetes advocate extraordinaire, Dawn has been working with a group of people in NI, collecting support and supplies from the community to be packaged up and sent on to people with diabetes affected by the war.
We have been given disposable and reusable pens, more than 5000 units of insulin in cartridges and vials, glucometers, test strips, glucagon, hypo treats, pen needles, pump supplies for Medtronic and AccuChek pumps, and lancets galore.
We’ve also had a donation of disposable pens from women with GDM who have had their babies. The support and generosity has been truly phenomenal. Two of us took the items we had to a diabuddy for collection by Ukrainian Doctors. These Doctors have also been given an ambulance to take into Poland and were also guaranteed transport for supplies by RyanAir into Poland more details about the medical team can be found here
If you would like to help, there is a go fund me page which you can access by clicking here.
(I can only imagine the supply of lancets are for a joke?)
Meet: Weronika
You may know Weronika better as Blue Sugar Cube on Insta and Twitter and seen her gorgeous artwork. She is a dedoc voice and an advocate from Poland, living in Belgium.
Weronika shared with me what she has been doing in what can only be described as a community AND family effort!
Together with Polish Diabetes Association, I organized a collection of diabetes supplies in Belgium for Ukrainian PWD.
Of course, the diabetes community didn’t disappoint, and many people instantly wanted to help. It took only 5 days to fill two huge boxes of glucose meters, test strips, insulin pens and needles, insulin pump equipment, sensors, and hypo snacks!
My dear husband helped me sort and pack everything. We already sent the two boxes to Poland via a driver who was so noble to take them to Poland for free.
All diabetes articles will be delivered to the Headquarters of the Polish Diabetes Association in Warsaw (with the help of my in-laws) from where they will be distributed as needed.
Packages are still arriving, and we are organizing the next shipment soon…
Meet: Caro
Caro has been a dedoc voice at a number of conferences now, and is a terrific advocate for technology use for people with diabetes. Here is what she has been doing in Germany.
At our looper meet up with PWD from around the city of Cologne, we collected supplies for people in Ukraine. As we have a Russian member who has Ukrainian friends, the motivation to support was even bigger. These personal contacts and their reports about the situation in Ukraine make us sad and stunned.
Another member of our group had connections to an organisation from Düsseldorf – they get trucks to Ukraine (even equipped with a fridge and able to cool insulin and other medical equipment).
Third way we support the Ukraine was to send insulin to the country via the organisation ‘Insulin zum Leben’ (the German Insulin for Life affiliate) which we are supporting already for many years.
At this meet up we collected all stuff we knew that could be needed, sorted it, labelled and packed it. Insulin, test trips, cannulas, USB charger, Hypo snacks, dressing materials, painkiller etc. We all know, supporting via the official organisations is the best way to support – and we do that.
Meet: Ineska
As well as being involved in dedoc voices, Ineska from Croatia is an IDF YLD and part of the Type1EU community. Together with the Zagreb Diabetes Association she has alerted Croatian Red Cross, Ukraine embassy in Zagreb and pharmacies across Croatia to reach out of people from Ukraine who had come into Croatia, so they can be provided with help.
Ineska shared some examples of the help that’s been requested:
Firstly, we got a call from Croatian policeman who was going to pick some kids and mothers on a border of Ukraine. He told us that he got a request from the Red for diabetes equipment of any kind, but specially insulin. We collected supplies within 3 hours with our diabuddies!
Then yesterday we got a call from Croatian Red Cross that they have a girl with diabetes, and she needs pump materials.
Also, we got a call from pharmacy that someone from Ukraine is asking to buy diabetes equipment, also for pump, but they can’t give it to them, because they need to have a prescription.
So, at the end we got so many calls, and this is only in ‘small’ country of Croatia. We are so glad, that with this one step we could help so much.
There are others in the dedoc voices chat that are sharing their stories of community efforts they are involved in. Leon from Australia is providing frequent updates from Medicines Sans Frontieres and sharing relevant links to different aid groups. Others are asking for contacts in different countries to pass on urgent messages. As always, the group is coming together to support each other with the aim of helping others with diabetes who are facing impossible challenges right now.
In yesterday’s post, I wrote about the community supports and looks out for each other. Spare a Rose is a great example of that. For ten years, people from all corners of the diabetes community have made it their own. It’s not about supporting the volunteers behind the scenes. It’s about doing a huge thing and supporting others with diabetes. Together. Because that’s what a community does.
You can still apply for to join the #dedoc° voices program at the upcoming ATTD conference. But be quick as applications close on 20 March. Click on the image below to be taken to the application form.
Disclaimer
I am an advisor to the #dedoc° voices program. I do not receive any payment for this role.
I was interviewed for an article last year and loved the copy they came up with, but it was the heading that got me. ‘Living a Life of Advocacy’ it screamed at me bold text, perfectly popping out from the hot pink background of the photo they’d selected to accompany the article.
The photo is from a while ago now. It was 2013, and I was on a stage in Paris where I’d been invited to give a keynote at Doctors 2.0 – a digital health conference that brought together people using, developing and constantly thinking about digital health solutions. I look at that photo and love the action shot of me mid-sentence, one hand holding a microphone, the other waving, because of course.
But I also know that at the time I was about 10 weeks pregnant and behind the confidence I projected on that stage, I was terrified and anxious. It was a terrifying time as I balanced wanting to be the best advocate I could while also wanting to bunker down back home, wrap myself in cotton wool and do nothing but protect the baby I was growing.
As I spoke about how digital solutions bring together a diabetes community from across the globe, I didn’t know that a mere four weeks later, while in New York, I would miscarry my much-wanted baby. I didn’t know that I was about to face the most challenging and emotionally traumatic period of my life. I didn’t know that, because all I thought about in that moment as I was on that stage with the hot pink background, was how important being there was – people with diabetes on stages as equals with health professionals, disrupters and industry. It was big!
Living a life of advocacy. All while almost being afraid to breathe because I was worried that every jolt, every movement, and the active way I present was endangering the baby. No one else would have known that was going on. There was one person, and one person only, at the conference who knew I was pregnant, and she was sitting next to me on that stage. I figured that I needed a friend with me if something went wrong. No one else was knew, and no one – no one – knew how afraid I was.
In a recent podcast interview, I was asked where this advocacy drive came from. Without missing a beat, I answered that it was in my bones. Because it is. My mum, the trade unionist, had me at protests while I was still in a pram. I went to university to study music, but it makes perfect sense to me and those who know me that I’ve wound up doing what I do, being who I am, advocating my way through my days. In my bones.
But that doesn’t make it easy. It doesn’t stop the burnout from it, or from feeling overwhelmed. And when it’s diabetes that is the focus of those advocacy efforts, while at the same time, I spend so much time focusing on living with diabetes, there’s a weight that seems compounded. It is heavy.
Last year, almost 12 months ago to the day, someone decided to email me about Spare a Rose, reaching out through my blog and, with nothing better to do, thought they should let me know that no one cares about the campaign, and that I should understand what people think about me (which wasn’t much, apparently). It was shitty, it was unnecessary. It was unnerving. After the third or fourth one of those emails, I decided to share one on Twitter. I had no idea who it had come from, but I figured that whoever it was would see my tweets and understand just how upsetting it all was.
It did the trick because it was the last time I heard from my anonymous critic. At least, for the 2021 campaign.
Alas, a week into February 2022, old mate was back, this time with a comment on my blog post about Spare a Rose. I’m guessing it’s old mate – I could be wrong, because who knows when people won’t put their names to things, but the sentiment was the same. It has the same hits as last year. It’s cruel and unnecessary and, once again, has completely rattled me.
It confuses me beyond belief that of all the advocacy issues I’m involved in, it’s the one that literally is saving the lives of other people with diabetes that was the reason someone thought they would take the time to message me. I mean, I get my fair share of criticisms about language, and other topics that are not everyone’s cup of tea. But surely if there is one thing we can all agree on, it’s that a campaign that is saving the lives of people with diabetes in under-resourced countries is not controversial.
Surely.
It all feels so, so heavy.
I know I’m not alone. I know it is a side effect of advocacy. I look to advocates in the diabetes world and I am in awe of what they do.
I am in awe of people advocating to healthcare professionals to be more mindful and thoughtful of the way they interact with people with diabetes.
I am in awe of people who work in industry, invading that space, gaining employment and while they are there, building a career that is forged in advocating to create devices, and device adjacent materials to make diabetes better, easier – and those devices more relevant.
I am in awe of people advocating about the injustices of insulin pricing and access, because they want to change the paradigm that means that some people simply cannot access the very drug they need to stay alive.
I am in awe of people who advocate quietly for years, and make big change by doing small things, over and over and over again.
I am in awe of advocates who have not waited, and instead, built solutions to make their lives easier and less burdensome and then – once they had worked it all out – made it free and available to anyone else who wants to benefit, and then remain there to support them.
I am in awe of creative people who use art, poetry, drama, comedy, music, as advocacy tools to show people how diabetes impacts everyday life and to change how the world sees those of us living lives of diabetes.
I am in awe of the work all these advocates do, and I wonder if they’re also feeling that physical weight that comes from their advocacy.
Do they feel that pressure coming from all different directions, weighing them down from above while also feeling as though it is crushing them from the sides? Do they feel overwhelmed?
I do. And it really, really is heavy.

















