It's such a fine line between normal and different.
As much as I remember being told Trey will lead a 'normal' life. I can't help but to think this isn't normal. It's different.
As much as we don't want Trey to be 'different', the truth is, that he is.
I was recently out of town and I dropped Trey off with my step-dad for a bit. I wanted Trey to have a snack before I left and Grandpa suggested an orange. "It's healthy". Yes, it is healthy, but it's not something Trey should really have for a snack without getting insulin for it. Is that normal for every person? No.
Trey was at 4x4 hockey on Sunday and had been on the ice for a long time. I could tell he was exhausted and needed a break, but do you think he would go to the bench to ask to sit? Hell no. Momma Bear went to the bench, called him over and told him to sit. His sugar was going up and he said, "I don't feel right. I'm sort of dizzy and I'm really tired." Normal?
Grocery shopping with Trey requires label checking. He sees something he wants, grabs it off the shelf, reads the carbs aloud, looks at me and either puts it in the cart or back on the shelf. Normal for a 7 year old?
Normal for a kid to know when he needs some protein to balance out his carbs in a snack/meal?
Being woke up in the night - sometimes more than once - to eat Skittles or drink a juicebox isn't normal.
Asking a child to poke his finger 9 times a day, to remember to take his kit with him everywhere he goes, to having to ask mom/dad for a snack before eating and always having to have a diet soda instead of fruit juice isn't normal. Unless you're T1.
But he plays hockey, he eats pizza and McDonalds, he goes to birthday parties and eats a cupcake/cake. Normal!
Truth is he isn't normal - this life we live isn't normal. It's different, and it's harder than hell. We put on a brave face and plow our way through every 24 hours and if you didn't know our situation, you'd assume everything is well. Truth is we don't get enough sleep; truth is we have diabetes on the brain 24/7/365. Truth is every food item I look at, a number is associated with it. (Example: I once saw a kid eat an applesauce pouch, a Slo-Poke candy, a Dilly Bar and a pack of fruit snacks all in the course of one hockey game. Want to know what popped into my head? 10, 35, 24, 20. In that order. Carb counts for everything that child ate.) It's not because I'm trying to - it's because for the last 2 years that's how I've had to look at food and it's just how my brain works now. Truth is T1 has put a strain on our family. Truth is, Jordan and I don't go anywhere or do anything with friends because the question looms "Who's going to watch Trey?" Truth is, it's also unfair to Delanie.
Look, I'm not trying to have everyone say "Poor Natalie". Read it how you want, but this life isn't for the weak. It's a daily struggle and hell, sometimes it's an hourly struggle. Jordan and I are in control of keeping our child alive and making the right decisions at the spur of the moment. Even his school nurse verifies with me different things. It's exhausting! But here we are - living the life we were handed. We don't know if we are doing it right, we don't know if we could be better, we are just doing the best we can.
There are still days I go through the grieving process. There are days I feel so totally defeated by this disease, I cry for hours. Some days we nail it and we smile and give high-fives. Some days I'm so pissed off about it, that I wonder what we did to deserve this battle. Sometimes I am thankful that it's not worse (such a touchy phase. Please don't ever, ever say this to a T1 family). We miss the easy life ... the life where Trey ate anything he wanted and we got to sleep 8 solid hours. The life where anyone could watch Trey for 3 hours so mom and go to Lagers. . The life where we didn't even know what a normal blood sugar was or how disgusting the smell of insulin is.
But it's not our life. Our life is complicated. It's not normal - it's different. So many people don't understand it; and truthfully until you live it you can't fully wrap your head around it either. But friends and even family just don't understand how much effort and thought it takes to make sure Trey is OK. From extra CGM and pump sites, to making sure there is the correct foods/drinks for him, to monitor his activity level, to having someone 'watch' him.
You can't just take Trey to an event without him having his kit, a snack and a bottle of water. You can't allow him to eat foods without having to give him insulin. If his sugar is high you don't feed him more carbs, therefore you must know the carb counts for foods and know he needs protein to go with it. Just because a food is healthy - it's not always safe for Trey's blood sugar. Banana??? No way. EVERY DETAIL OF OUR LIVES revolves around Trey. Everything. Normal??? Not for most, but I guess for us, it is.
Thursday, March 29, 2018
Sunday, March 11, 2018
Happy 2 Year Diaversary
"Being diagnosed with diabetes isn't something to celebrate, but the
hard work, perseverance and bravery you have shown throughout your
journey definitely is."
Two years ago I sat in a doctors office with Trey hearing the words "Trey has Type 1 Juvenile Diabetes." It is a day I won't ever forget. I remember calling the doctors office at 8:02am that morning asking for a diabetes test; I remember looking at Trey sitting on the couch looking exhausted and not wanting to eat breakfast; I remember the nurse squinting her eyes at me when she asked why I wanted him tested for diabetes; I remember the look on Dr Biegler's face when he came in the room after getting the urine results; I remember holding Trey down on the table in the lab as they drew blood from his arm as I reassured him he was so brave and strong; I remember holding Trey on my lap when Dr Biegler came in the room for the second time and him saying "I don't like this ..." and how he wiped his eyes when he said the dreadful words to me. I remember looking at Trey and with tears in my eyes, I gave him my bravest smile and then texted Jordan to please come to the doctors office. It wasn't a shock for me, but it still hurt. Like I often do in tough situations, I pull up my big girl panties and forge ahead to get business done and then when no one is looking, I let it all out and have the breakdown.
Two years has felt both like two days and yet 20 years all at the same time. When I was talking to Trey about his upcoming 2 year diaversary, I asked him if it has felt like he's had T1 for a long time or no. He said, "Like 1,000 days yeah."
I look at how far he (and we!) has come in two years. How at the beginning of this journey, we didn't know what foods to buy, how to adjust insulin, what a CGM was, etc. We have learned so much, and we continue to learn it. Trey has always been great at his site changes and about foods, but he's becoming so much more aware of how his body feels when he is low or high. He really has become more independent and more responsible about his care. During school hours, he watches the clock and knows when it's time to check his sugar. He knows to check carb counts on the classroom snack to see if it is within his range, and if not, he picks from his own bucket. When he has school lunch, he knows to ask for things "without the bun please" and that by just looking at a banana, his blood sugar rises (ok, so that's not quite accurate but bananas are a major No-No for him).
I look at the last two years and see all the people we have met because of Type 1. I look at the money we (YOU!) have raised for JDRF to help find a cure. I see the people who we have helped in one way or another because of us speaking up about T1D. I think of Trey Bagwell who will forever be in our hearts for all he did and I know him being in Aberdeen was for us - not for the Wings. I see the members on T1D Trey's Facebook page and realize how many people we have educated on the facts of T1D. I smile when I remember the newspaper wanting to interview him and help spread awareness. We are making a difference and that is something I am beyond proud of. Our work isn't done though.
Trey has an Instagram page with photos of his Dexcom numbers and other things. Today I received a message from a family in Pennsylvania who wanted to thank Trey for posting pictures because her 6 year old T1 daughter wanted to try the Dexcom after seeing Trey's photos. The mother and I began a conversation on T1D and she told me she never thought someone in South Dakota would be the person she and her daughter needed, but we were and they found Trey's page so inspiring. The little girl asked her mom if her and Trey could have a play-date and be friends. I sobbed ... I'm so happy that because of something as simple as photos of Trey's life with T1D, he touched another family and now their daughter is willing to wear a Dexcom.
Trey Thomas, I am so proud of you for how you handle your disease. You are so strong and brave and you are a terrific advocate for those living with T1D. How you've learned to listen to your body is something I am most proud of. I love that you explain your finger pokes to those who watch and ask questions. I love that you know carb counts on foods and how you know what are good/bad choices depending on your blood sugar. It makes me smile to know how many lives you've touched and how many others you've helped out just by being open and honest about the disease. It warms my heart that you, like me, get upset when we hear of a new T1 diagnoses and that you say "We need to help them."
Happy 2 year Diaversary, buddy. Today we celebrate another year of life of living with T1, how far you have come, how much stronger you are and your bravery. "Throughout your diabetes journey, I have seen you grow stronger and deal with things no one even knew you were capable of. Being diagnosed with diabetes is an overwhelming experience, and living with it requires hard work, resilience, persistence and courage. That is something to be so, so proud of. Today, we do not celebrate the highs and lows, but rather the strength you have shown by dealing with them all day, every day." (not written by me, but so fitting)
730 Days
6,932 Finger Pokes (average)
17 Vials of insulin
7 Pen vials of insulin
99 CGM site changes
70 pump site changes
100s of manual injections prior to pump
1 kick-ass little boy
Two years ago I sat in a doctors office with Trey hearing the words "Trey has Type 1 Juvenile Diabetes." It is a day I won't ever forget. I remember calling the doctors office at 8:02am that morning asking for a diabetes test; I remember looking at Trey sitting on the couch looking exhausted and not wanting to eat breakfast; I remember the nurse squinting her eyes at me when she asked why I wanted him tested for diabetes; I remember the look on Dr Biegler's face when he came in the room after getting the urine results; I remember holding Trey down on the table in the lab as they drew blood from his arm as I reassured him he was so brave and strong; I remember holding Trey on my lap when Dr Biegler came in the room for the second time and him saying "I don't like this ..." and how he wiped his eyes when he said the dreadful words to me. I remember looking at Trey and with tears in my eyes, I gave him my bravest smile and then texted Jordan to please come to the doctors office. It wasn't a shock for me, but it still hurt. Like I often do in tough situations, I pull up my big girl panties and forge ahead to get business done and then when no one is looking, I let it all out and have the breakdown.
Two years has felt both like two days and yet 20 years all at the same time. When I was talking to Trey about his upcoming 2 year diaversary, I asked him if it has felt like he's had T1 for a long time or no. He said, "Like 1,000 days yeah."
I look at how far he (and we!) has come in two years. How at the beginning of this journey, we didn't know what foods to buy, how to adjust insulin, what a CGM was, etc. We have learned so much, and we continue to learn it. Trey has always been great at his site changes and about foods, but he's becoming so much more aware of how his body feels when he is low or high. He really has become more independent and more responsible about his care. During school hours, he watches the clock and knows when it's time to check his sugar. He knows to check carb counts on the classroom snack to see if it is within his range, and if not, he picks from his own bucket. When he has school lunch, he knows to ask for things "without the bun please" and that by just looking at a banana, his blood sugar rises (ok, so that's not quite accurate but bananas are a major No-No for him).
I look at the last two years and see all the people we have met because of Type 1. I look at the money we (YOU!) have raised for JDRF to help find a cure. I see the people who we have helped in one way or another because of us speaking up about T1D. I think of Trey Bagwell who will forever be in our hearts for all he did and I know him being in Aberdeen was for us - not for the Wings. I see the members on T1D Trey's Facebook page and realize how many people we have educated on the facts of T1D. I smile when I remember the newspaper wanting to interview him and help spread awareness. We are making a difference and that is something I am beyond proud of. Our work isn't done though.
Trey has an Instagram page with photos of his Dexcom numbers and other things. Today I received a message from a family in Pennsylvania who wanted to thank Trey for posting pictures because her 6 year old T1 daughter wanted to try the Dexcom after seeing Trey's photos. The mother and I began a conversation on T1D and she told me she never thought someone in South Dakota would be the person she and her daughter needed, but we were and they found Trey's page so inspiring. The little girl asked her mom if her and Trey could have a play-date and be friends. I sobbed ... I'm so happy that because of something as simple as photos of Trey's life with T1D, he touched another family and now their daughter is willing to wear a Dexcom.
Trey Thomas, I am so proud of you for how you handle your disease. You are so strong and brave and you are a terrific advocate for those living with T1D. How you've learned to listen to your body is something I am most proud of. I love that you explain your finger pokes to those who watch and ask questions. I love that you know carb counts on foods and how you know what are good/bad choices depending on your blood sugar. It makes me smile to know how many lives you've touched and how many others you've helped out just by being open and honest about the disease. It warms my heart that you, like me, get upset when we hear of a new T1 diagnoses and that you say "We need to help them."
Happy 2 year Diaversary, buddy. Today we celebrate another year of life of living with T1, how far you have come, how much stronger you are and your bravery. "Throughout your diabetes journey, I have seen you grow stronger and deal with things no one even knew you were capable of. Being diagnosed with diabetes is an overwhelming experience, and living with it requires hard work, resilience, persistence and courage. That is something to be so, so proud of. Today, we do not celebrate the highs and lows, but rather the strength you have shown by dealing with them all day, every day." (not written by me, but so fitting)
730 Days
6,932 Finger Pokes (average)
17 Vials of insulin
7 Pen vials of insulin
99 CGM site changes
70 pump site changes
100s of manual injections prior to pump
1 kick-ass little boy
Wednesday, March 7, 2018
F U T1D
I don't even know how to explain how I feel about today. My mood today hasn't been great thanks to the lack of sleep the last couple nights. Sorry ... I'm a person who needs her sleep. While I'd love a solid 8 hours ... I'm down to calling 5 1/2-6 sufficient.
Trey has a head old which means whacky sugars. We also have had 2 snow days from school so the kids have been at home, playing electronics and not following a schedule or getting 45 minutes of recess time (although I did make them go outside each day). What I'm getting at is that Trey's been running high for about ... 3 days. We are using oils in a diffuser and on his feet as well as sucking on vitamin c drops but it is what it is ... an illness.
Then last night T1D decides to be an asshole and hover at about 75-80 all night long. While that's a great blood sugar, it's not so great for night-time. In addition, my alert is set at 75 so my phone will buzz when he gets to 75 and his alert is set at 80 so his monitor buzzes at 80. There was A LOT of buzzing last night. At 3am I wake - because I always wake at 3am - and I decide to set a temp basal on his pump so he gets a little less insulin for the next three hours because Momma needs her beauty rest. Wouldn't you know that 800 dump trucks decide this is the best time to start hauling snow out of town? About every 15 seconds there is a dump truck going 50mph down 8th Ave hitting that little sewer hole that is RIGHT OUTSIDE MY BEDROOM WINDOW which makes it sound like whatever vehicle hits it, is coming through my bedroom wall. It was 4:18am the last time I looked at the clock. 6:39am my alarm goes off and I knew from the second my eyes opened .... momma was in a bad mood.
So Trey has peanut butter toast and bacon for breakfast. I only allowed one piece because lately 2 pieces of toast sends him over 200. Jordan doses insulin and away they go off to school. About 8:30 I check his CGM number and he's 289. WHAT??? I confirm with Jordan insulin was given. At 9:15 I get a message from Nurse Heather that says 297 with a sad face. Yep ... awesome. She gives him a snack, doses insulin and we wait. Soon we are looking at 350 and I knew something was wrong. More insulin given and a conversation with Jordan about what we should do. It's creeping up to lunch time and his CGM is now reading "HIGH" which means it's over 400.
Keep in mind momma was 1) short on sleep 2) angry as soon as she woke up 3) working with 3 toddlers, 2 infants and 2 more extra drop-in children today 4) trying to prepare daycare kids lunch 5) arguing with a fellow DoTerra oil user/seller about benefits of oils and T1D 6) listening to her husband asking "what should I do?"
I'm now worried about Trey. Obviously something isn't right and he needs to have his ketones checked and probably needs a pump change. Jordan went to school - Moderate ketones and sugar 347. Trey ate lunch, went outside and sugars continued to climb so he changed the pump site. Ketones are now gone, sugar coming down fairly well so all is well.
2:08pm (3 of 7 daycare kids awake already ... just tossing this fun fact in there for drama effect) message from Nurse Heather "60 - juicing".
Oh. My. God.
From 400 to 60. I honestly wanted to cry, scream, throw up, run away, and kick the cat. I just kept saying "poor Trey ... his poor little body. What does a high to low sugar like that do to my little guy?" Jordan was quite worried as well. So was Nurse Heather. He ended up having four juice boxes between 2 and 3:10. He also had applesauce. He rode between 70-75 from the time he got home at 3:15 until supper at 6pm. When he walked in the door, he looked like total shit. He was pale, he had dark bags under his eyes, he looked like he hadn't slept in weeks. I asked if he was OK and he said no. He said he just feels bad. Couldn't explain to me what it was, but he didn't feel good. Right before supper he was at 84. Spaghetti (whole grain pasta), 2 breadsticks, Fairlife milk. He went up to 150 but by 7:30 he was back down to the perfect 100. Bag of cheetos at bedtime and now 107.
Sometimes I just don't understand. I mean, I usually don't understand, but on days like today, when diabetes flat out kicks his (our) ass ... it sucks the life right out of you. I can't imagine what Trey felt today .. the high down to the low, all the sugar from juice in his system ... all of it. He missed so much class time today because he was in the office getting 'fixed up'. I was exhausted from the worry. From trying to figure out what to do next, how many carbs to say to give and when to give it. The constant checking of the CGM to see if he was finally trending down and then trending back up. Nurse Heather actually called me about 3:06 today because as Trey was in line for the bus in the gym, he really didn't feel good so he grabbed a teacher and she took him back down to the office. He was 56 via finger poke. Heather made him slam a juice as she called me and asked if he should ride the bus.
It's scary sometimes. People tell us we are strong and Trey is brave and strong and the truth is - we really have to be. It truly is a mater of life and death and we all do have to work together and be on the same page because if we aren't ... Trey isn't being taken care of and I can't lose my little boy. It's reality - it's a reality that no one wants to talk about. Many people don't even realize T1 can kill a person. No, we don't like to focus on the bad (blindness, numbness in the nerves, losing limbs, loss of kidney's) but it's reality. It is also reality that T1 people can live a very long, full, 'healthy' life. It's a fact that T1's are some of the strongest people on the planet. It's a fact that T1's are brave. It's also a fact that there are days that T1 kicks your ass and beats you down and reduces you to tears and you question "why?" because you're so tired and frustrated.
Real life ... real disease .. real people ... really sucks. Truly.
Thank God tomorrow is another day.
Trey has a head old which means whacky sugars. We also have had 2 snow days from school so the kids have been at home, playing electronics and not following a schedule or getting 45 minutes of recess time (although I did make them go outside each day). What I'm getting at is that Trey's been running high for about ... 3 days. We are using oils in a diffuser and on his feet as well as sucking on vitamin c drops but it is what it is ... an illness.
Then last night T1D decides to be an asshole and hover at about 75-80 all night long. While that's a great blood sugar, it's not so great for night-time. In addition, my alert is set at 75 so my phone will buzz when he gets to 75 and his alert is set at 80 so his monitor buzzes at 80. There was A LOT of buzzing last night. At 3am I wake - because I always wake at 3am - and I decide to set a temp basal on his pump so he gets a little less insulin for the next three hours because Momma needs her beauty rest. Wouldn't you know that 800 dump trucks decide this is the best time to start hauling snow out of town? About every 15 seconds there is a dump truck going 50mph down 8th Ave hitting that little sewer hole that is RIGHT OUTSIDE MY BEDROOM WINDOW which makes it sound like whatever vehicle hits it, is coming through my bedroom wall. It was 4:18am the last time I looked at the clock. 6:39am my alarm goes off and I knew from the second my eyes opened .... momma was in a bad mood.
So Trey has peanut butter toast and bacon for breakfast. I only allowed one piece because lately 2 pieces of toast sends him over 200. Jordan doses insulin and away they go off to school. About 8:30 I check his CGM number and he's 289. WHAT??? I confirm with Jordan insulin was given. At 9:15 I get a message from Nurse Heather that says 297 with a sad face. Yep ... awesome. She gives him a snack, doses insulin and we wait. Soon we are looking at 350 and I knew something was wrong. More insulin given and a conversation with Jordan about what we should do. It's creeping up to lunch time and his CGM is now reading "HIGH" which means it's over 400.
Keep in mind momma was 1) short on sleep 2) angry as soon as she woke up 3) working with 3 toddlers, 2 infants and 2 more extra drop-in children today 4) trying to prepare daycare kids lunch 5) arguing with a fellow DoTerra oil user/seller about benefits of oils and T1D 6) listening to her husband asking "what should I do?"
I'm now worried about Trey. Obviously something isn't right and he needs to have his ketones checked and probably needs a pump change. Jordan went to school - Moderate ketones and sugar 347. Trey ate lunch, went outside and sugars continued to climb so he changed the pump site. Ketones are now gone, sugar coming down fairly well so all is well.
2:08pm (3 of 7 daycare kids awake already ... just tossing this fun fact in there for drama effect) message from Nurse Heather "60 - juicing".
Oh. My. God.
From 400 to 60. I honestly wanted to cry, scream, throw up, run away, and kick the cat. I just kept saying "poor Trey ... his poor little body. What does a high to low sugar like that do to my little guy?" Jordan was quite worried as well. So was Nurse Heather. He ended up having four juice boxes between 2 and 3:10. He also had applesauce. He rode between 70-75 from the time he got home at 3:15 until supper at 6pm. When he walked in the door, he looked like total shit. He was pale, he had dark bags under his eyes, he looked like he hadn't slept in weeks. I asked if he was OK and he said no. He said he just feels bad. Couldn't explain to me what it was, but he didn't feel good. Right before supper he was at 84. Spaghetti (whole grain pasta), 2 breadsticks, Fairlife milk. He went up to 150 but by 7:30 he was back down to the perfect 100. Bag of cheetos at bedtime and now 107.
Sometimes I just don't understand. I mean, I usually don't understand, but on days like today, when diabetes flat out kicks his (our) ass ... it sucks the life right out of you. I can't imagine what Trey felt today .. the high down to the low, all the sugar from juice in his system ... all of it. He missed so much class time today because he was in the office getting 'fixed up'. I was exhausted from the worry. From trying to figure out what to do next, how many carbs to say to give and when to give it. The constant checking of the CGM to see if he was finally trending down and then trending back up. Nurse Heather actually called me about 3:06 today because as Trey was in line for the bus in the gym, he really didn't feel good so he grabbed a teacher and she took him back down to the office. He was 56 via finger poke. Heather made him slam a juice as she called me and asked if he should ride the bus.
It's scary sometimes. People tell us we are strong and Trey is brave and strong and the truth is - we really have to be. It truly is a mater of life and death and we all do have to work together and be on the same page because if we aren't ... Trey isn't being taken care of and I can't lose my little boy. It's reality - it's a reality that no one wants to talk about. Many people don't even realize T1 can kill a person. No, we don't like to focus on the bad (blindness, numbness in the nerves, losing limbs, loss of kidney's) but it's reality. It is also reality that T1 people can live a very long, full, 'healthy' life. It's a fact that T1's are some of the strongest people on the planet. It's a fact that T1's are brave. It's also a fact that there are days that T1 kicks your ass and beats you down and reduces you to tears and you question "why?" because you're so tired and frustrated.
Real life ... real disease .. real people ... really sucks. Truly.
Thank God tomorrow is another day.
Saturday, March 3, 2018
Atsmosphere
LOWS ... we've been dealing with a week of constant lows. It's not typical for Trey. He's gone through four juice boxes at school this week. They haven't been scary lows, we've been able to get him up ok, but he doesn't climb sky high from 10 carbs like normal.
Not that I like lows, but they are easier to bring up than trying to bring a high down. He feels low, he eats some sugar, and he goes back to normal activity in 15-20 minutes. Highs seem to take hours to come down and it's frustrating and annoying.
Speaking with a couple other people who relate to the T1 world -- they, too, have been lower than normal this week. Means there is something in the air! Crazy, right? It's so true though. Barometric pressures ... temps ... moon ... friggin everything affects sugars. I never knew but quickly discovered it.
March brings our 3 month Endo appointment in Sioux Falls. Hoping for a good A1C again ... under 7.5 would be ideal. Hockey has been over for a month, but he will begin 4 on 4 hockey for 4 weeks here pretty soon. It will be good to get him back on the ice to work on the skills. We also will be heading to Sioux Falls for a mini vacation as we will take in the college hockey tournament. We had hoped Ohio State would get put in the SF bracket but it's not looking good for that. Which is good though ... means OSU is ranked high enough to play closer to home. Now we hope St Cloud will beat out UND (SORRY FRIENDS) and they come to SF as there are a few former Wings players on the Huskies team.
Spring is right around the corner .. my favorite month. Let it melt and give me tulips! !
Not that I like lows, but they are easier to bring up than trying to bring a high down. He feels low, he eats some sugar, and he goes back to normal activity in 15-20 minutes. Highs seem to take hours to come down and it's frustrating and annoying.
Speaking with a couple other people who relate to the T1 world -- they, too, have been lower than normal this week. Means there is something in the air! Crazy, right? It's so true though. Barometric pressures ... temps ... moon ... friggin everything affects sugars. I never knew but quickly discovered it.
March brings our 3 month Endo appointment in Sioux Falls. Hoping for a good A1C again ... under 7.5 would be ideal. Hockey has been over for a month, but he will begin 4 on 4 hockey for 4 weeks here pretty soon. It will be good to get him back on the ice to work on the skills. We also will be heading to Sioux Falls for a mini vacation as we will take in the college hockey tournament. We had hoped Ohio State would get put in the SF bracket but it's not looking good for that. Which is good though ... means OSU is ranked high enough to play closer to home. Now we hope St Cloud will beat out UND (SORRY FRIENDS) and they come to SF as there are a few former Wings players on the Huskies team.
Spring is right around the corner .. my favorite month. Let it melt and give me tulips! !
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