Northerner
Admin (Retired)
- Relationship to Diabetes
- Type 1
Two years ago, on St. Patrick’s Day (for good luck, of course), I shoved off the North American continent with my family aboard a 38-foot sailboat. Our bow pointed towards South Pacific paradise. It would take us nearly a month to sail there, through calms and squalls and day after day of perfect tradewind sailing. We didn’t see land nor ship for 26 days, until the magical, lush and green island of Hiva Oa came into view at dawn one morning.
Before we departed, I’d packed a six month supply of food aboard our small sailboat for myself, my husband, our two young daughters, and our crewmember. We weren’t going to go hungry. Also stowed away onboard for my use was a year’s worth of insulin, glucose test strips, pump infusion sets, and Dexcom sensors, and of course the lifetime supply of lancets I’ve been carrying around for years. Also, 20 pounds of Smarties.
http://asweetlife.org/feature/how-i-sailed-to-new-zealand-with-type-1-diabetes/
Before we departed, I’d packed a six month supply of food aboard our small sailboat for myself, my husband, our two young daughters, and our crewmember. We weren’t going to go hungry. Also stowed away onboard for my use was a year’s worth of insulin, glucose test strips, pump infusion sets, and Dexcom sensors, and of course the lifetime supply of lancets I’ve been carrying around for years. Also, 20 pounds of Smarties.
http://asweetlife.org/feature/how-i-sailed-to-new-zealand-with-type-1-diabetes/