Disability Tax Credit…What now?

Disability Tax Credit next steps for people with diabetesLast week, CRA decided to reverse its policy on adults living with Type 1 diabetes and the Disability Tax Credit. If you are in India here is the pan card application online, this is a unique card for taxpayers. This probably has many people wondering..what now?? Here are a few next steps for adults living with type 1.

If you have had your application rejected since May of 2017, CRA has said that they will be re-examining all denied claims for people living with type 1 diabetes.

This means that if you would have previously qualified for the DTC based on pre-May guidelines, your application status will be changed to approved.

If you haven’t made your application yet, you can now do so with some confidence of approval.

If you live with type 1 diabetes and are intensively managing your diabetes, then you could qualify.  As per before May 2017, you will have to show the time you spent.  That time will have to be more than 14 hours per week.  It cannot include time spent on exercise, carb counting or recovering from a low.

Follow the Disability Advisory’s Committee’s actions and calls for action.

The Disability Advisory Committee is made up of professionals and advocates.  They will be working to see the DTC fairly applied to all qualifying individuals.

If you are interested in seeing the credit properly reflect the needs of Canadians and more specifically, Canadians with type 1 diabetes, I would suggest that you follow the activities of this committee. They will be looking for submissions and information from Canadians.  Send in your letters and continue to help them inform Ottawa of why people with diabetes who intensively manage their diabetes qualify for this credit.

Keep the pressure on your MPs.

Make sure that your MP understands that the Liberal government’s recent actions surrounding the Disability Tax Credit are not acceptable.  Let them know that we do not appreciate being lied to.  Ensure that they understand what is involved in diabetes care on a daily basis.  Work to educate them on how people with type 1 diabetes spend over 14 hours on life sustaining therapy.

If you have any more questions or would like someone to review your application before submitting it to CRA for approval, I am always just an email away!

9/11 and Diabetes Created New Concerns

Remember 9/11This post was originally written in 2012.  The sentiments remain the same. 9/11 was horrible.  When you live with diabetes, 9/11 brought out fears and concerns that you would never previously have considered…

September 11, 2001.  Is there any adult in North America who does not remember where they were on that fateful morning?

I  had left my house early to drive to the airport 2.5 hours away to pick up my grandmother who was coming to visit from the other side of the country.  My oldest son was in school and my youngest was with me for the ride.

I stopped to do a bit of shopping and was looking at paper towels when my cell phone rang. I was told  “A plane has hit one of the towers in New York. There has been a terrorist attack.”   It made no sense to me and I didn’t believe it.  There had to be a mistake so I continued my shopping  before the next leg of my trip.

A few minutes later my phone rang a second time.  This time it was a woman from Air Canada who said,  “We have your grandmother here.  The plane can’t fly her  because all air traffic has been grounded.  We will be putting her on a boat and you can meet her tomorrow morning.”

What? The terrorist attack was real? Planes grounded?  I was shocked to the core as  I spoke to my grandmother who was in great spirits and excited to experience an Atlantic Ocean ferry boat crossing.  We  headed home and like many others, I alternated between being glued to the tv and checking my computer for updates from friends and family.

I had recently found an online support group  for parents of children with diabetes. The people there had not only become my lifeline, but also my family.  We were frantic to hear from people that we “knew” living and working near the towers in New York.

I had a cousin who was an NYC police officer. I had to find out if he was working that day or safe with his family on Long Island. Another cousin was due to go to traffic court that day in one of the Towers and I wondered if he went before the collapse? It was a day of chaos, fear and some relief.

By the end of the day, everyone was accounted for.  There were a lot of prayers for those lost as well as those who made it out alive.  As the dust settled–figuratively and literally, a new fear began to permeate.  I live on an island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean and can easily be cut off from the rest of the world–the rest of my family.

More importantly, if we were cut off how would I get insulin or diabetes supplies? My youngest son relies on insulin to live.  What if we couldn’t get it as easily any more? How would I keep him alive?  What if the terrorist attacks continued? Would they target pharmaceutical factories? Could I feed him no or low carb foods? Would he be okay? I could feel the panic welling.

I wasn’t alone in my concerns.   Other friends with children with diabetes were thinking similar thoughts but some were  much more resourceful than me.  One friend investigated getting insulin from rabbits to use for her child.

Thankfully we never had to be concerned with any of those fears coming to pass.   My grandmother is now passed on.  Each year, we all continue to  remember exactly where we  were on that day and we say an extra prayer.

For those of us living with diabetes, we give an extra pause.  We remain grateful for access to the supplies that keep our loved ones alive.  It is oddly funny however that once diabetes enters your life, it permeates everything–even memories of disasters.

Recipe Nostalgia…How things have changed!

When Diabetes moves in...

When Diabetes moves in…

I smiled a bit when I turned to this recipe yesterday.  My mom always told me that you could tell if a recipe was good by the amount of food spilt on its pages.  Obviously, this recipe had been used once or twice but that wasn’t what made me smile.

As I looked past the blotches of vanilla that splattered the paper, I noted the influence of diabetes on the page.  The first set of notations showed the days of living with exchanges.

When my son was first diagnosed with type 1 diabetes, his toddler meal plan was as follows:

Breakfast=1 Fruit, 1 Milk, 1 Starch, 1 Protein and 1 Fat

Snack=1 Starch, 1 Fruit

Lunch=1 Fruit, 1 Milk, 2 Starch, 1 Protein

Snack=1 Starch

Supper=1 Fruit, 1 Milk, 2 Starch, 2 Protein, and 1 Fat

Snack=1 Starch, 1 Protein, 1 Milk

It would appear that if he wanted to have a carefully measured bowl of rice pudding, it would have been 1 Milk and 1 Starch…almost good enough for a night-time snack!

I can see how the recipe stayed the same but method of calculating what he could eat changed with time.  The second set of notations simply states “28g=125mL”  This meant that if he ate 1/2c of rice pudding, I would factor in 28g CHO.

I don’t see the carb factor for this recipe.  That is strange but perhaps my son no longer ate rice pudding once we figured out that method of carb counting.  More likely, it was just as easy to grab a 1/2 c measuring cup to scoop out his dessert than it was to grab a scale!

Either way, its interesting to look back and see how far we have come.  Thankfully the days of eating a very regimented meal plan didn’t last very long.  With the help of an amazing group of friends, a fabulous dietitian, and a forward thinking doctor, we were able to learn how to make food work for us rather than fighting to make a 3-year-old eat food that he didn’t want. Today, my son eats anything and everything that he deems proper for his body.  That can mean green tea and tuna or a Grandpa Burger from A&W, an insulin adjustment and he is on his way!

Diabetes Scholars Cookbook…Like Pinterest that you can hold in your hands!

The other day when I went to my mail box I almost screamed with glee.  Inside was a parcel from a lady I know, Mary Podjasek.  Mary happens to run a charity that I love–The Diabetes Scholars Foundation.  A parcel from her meant that my new cookbook had arrived!???????????????????????????????

I know you are thinking, “I don’t need a cookbook. I use Pinterest and get great recipes instantly without a tonne of books laying around my house.” I have to admit that when my friend Jane said that she wanted to do this and she was going to have a real, hold in your hands book, I was kind of thinking the same way.  I love Pinterest.  It makes my life so much easier. I have a zillion recipes pinned to try one day. I also have a cupboard full of recipes and recipe books that I always go back to.  Perhaps Jane was on to something and she was!

I bought my cookbook because it was a great price (only $20 and that included shipping to Canada!) and because it supported a cause that I love–Children with Diabetes’ scholarship funds. ???????????????????????????????

In 2015, there are many supports out there for families of children living with diabetes.  Every house has internet access.  Every child now receives a Bag of Hope either in the hospital or soon after going home.  In 2000, that was not the case.  When my son was diagnosed, I was given the phone number of a lady who would later become a good friend.  We were both fumbling, trying to deal with toddlers with diabetes.  There were few other supports.

Within a year after diagnosis, my mom convinced me to get this thing called the internet for my home computer.  My computer would dial a local number and I would be connected with the world–my phone line would be tied up during that time, but I could connect with my family all over the world.

What I didn’t realize was that the sound of clicks, rings, and whirls would also connect me to a new family–a family of people who were also living with diabetes.  I would be connected with people who had children the same age as mine with diabetes, older children with diabetes, and people who had diabetes themselves.  I would be accepted and welcomed into a family that would always be there for me through diabetes issues and even much more private ones.  They would be there with cyber hugs and real hugs when we would meet.  They would be available at all hours to talk and share.

???????????????????????????????Today, times are a little different.  The internet has evolved.  We now connect on Facebook, through emails or even the occasional text. The bond and the appreciation has not changed at all however.  I look forward to conferences when I get to see many of them.  I continue to plan to one day get back to Florida in July of some year to be able to sit around the hotel and chat with many more of this family that I don’t see often enough.

???????????????????????????????In the meantime however, I can now peruse through this cookbook and see many familiar names. I can sample recipes that I have drooled over in online photos.  With each page, I see love and compassion.  The layout of the cookbook takes me back to many of my favorite old cookbooks and I know without a doubt that this will become one of my new favorites!

If you haven’t ordered your cookbook, I would encourage you to head over to the Diabetes Scholars website and get one before they are sold out. There was only a limited number printed.  The goal is to be able to send three families to the Friends for Life conference in Florida and it only costs you $20!

That is one of my recipes in the bottom left 🙂

Thank you so much to Jane, Kara, Stacey, Mary and all of the others who contributed and put this book together. Thank you for bring a little piece of my diabetes family into my kitchen!


Luck of the Irish

I am not Irish.  I have never really thought much about St. Patrick’s Day.  As a grade school child, it was a day to make shamrocks and wear green to school.  Over the course of the years, it was just another day.  That was until the year 2000.

That was the year that we all spent wondering if the banks would shut down.  Would the Y2K issue crash everything that we had come to rely on? How would our lives change? Well, Y2K never really seemed to impact much but the year 2000 did forever change my life. It was the year that my two year old son was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes and was given just 24 hours to live.

For 15 years, March 17 has been a day of sadness and celebration. I grieve for the life my son never got to have–a life without carb counting, injections or blood glucose tests.  Its been a day when I relive every minute of naivety, fear, panic, and gratitude.

Fifteen years later, I live in a city that celebrates St. Patrick’s day with a holiday.  I have had the opportunity to go to Ireland and fall in love with the country’s rich history.  I enjoy listening to many lively Irish tunes.  Its listening to those songs and thinking of this day that led my mind ot wonder if perhaps it was that Irish luck that protected us all of those years ago.

Perhaps it was the whisper of a leprechaun that put my son to the front of the cue in the doctor’s office on that St. Paddy’s day so many years ago.

The doctor who would go on to look after my son from ICU to an independent teen could have been an oversized leprechaun…with a different color beard of course.  He was definitely a stroke of luck.  He was one of the few doctors in that area who were forward thinking with their prescription of insulin regiments. He also believed in allowing us to learn and grow with my son’s diabetes care.

It was definitely the luck of the Irish that led me to make one of my first ever online searches for “parents of children with diabetes”.  It brought me to an online email support group that would become my lifeline.  With the stroke of a few keys, I “met” people from all over the world who would become my family.  I met people who knew exactly what I was dealing with and could help me to find my way.

I found mentors and friends who would be with me through the highs and the lows.  We would stay connected, meet on occasion and always been there for one another.

Through them, I would find the strength to go forward and help other people.  I would find a way to make a mark and hopefully improve the lives of other families living with diabetes.

March 17, 2000 changed our world.  It showed us the insidious nature of type 1 diabetes.  The luck of the Irish has been with us in  many ways however.  We have received  numerous gifts along this bumpy path.

Fifteen years later, my son is on the verge of graduating high school. Type 1 diabetes is just something that he has lived with for as long as he can remember. I would still give anything for him not to have to deal with this but its a part of him that he has come to accept.  March 17 is a day to celebrate the luck of the Irish, the blessing of those tricky little leprechauns, and the day that my son received his first injection of life saving insulin.

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Seeing Blue…still

In July of 2011, I sat down and posted my thoughts on the blue candles.  Those of us in the Diabetes Online Community know them all too well. They are candles lit when a person with diabetes loses their fight with this disease.  

Once again the candles are lit.  A Canadian girl.  A 17 year old young lady who would soon graduate.  A child the same age as my son.  I don’t know the details. I don’t need to know. I can’t begin to imagine the family’s pain. I can’t even think about it. I would be swallowed up by the grief and the sadness. 

Blue Candles–they are the candles that we light in cyberspace to remember someone with diabetes who has lost the fight. Each month, each week, we seem to see these images pop up across the online community.  As profile pictures are changed on Facebook stories emerge, fears grow and the desire for a cure is that much stronger.

Most recently the candles were lit for a bright, young fourteen year old girl. She was diagnosed when she was four years old.  She laid down for a nap and her father found her dead on her bed a few hours later.  The story sends chills down my spine.  She did not die at night. She passed away sometime during the afternoon.  We do not know many of the details.  We only know that she was far too young to die.

I don’t tell my son about these stories any more. He is almost the same age and has had diabetes for a few years more than she did. I don’t light candles on my Facebook profile.  I don’t write about half of the stories that I hear.  I can’t. I read about these children–whether they are fourteen or forty, they are still someone’s children.  My heart breaks for the parents and the families. I hug my boys a little closer. I pray a little harder. I hope for the very best.

I was reading a story one day of another child lost and of course had teared up a little. Someone told me that many children sadly die each day.  It could be a complication from cancer or an asthma attack but other diseases kill as well. It was suggested that I can’t focus on these deaths and be obsessed or paranoid. I reassured this person that I wasn’t. I read. I mourn. My heart aches for the families and I grieve for the life cut short before its time.

It is true that our children die crossing the street, riding in cars and playing in swimming pools.  As parents, we do our very best to protect them.  We teach them to look both ways before crossing the street. We put them in car seats and demand that they were seat belts.  We teach them water safety and we warn them about the dangers of drugs and alcohol.  All in all we do our very best to guide them and pray that they will be okay.

As parents of children with diabetes, we do all of that “normal” stuff and then we do a little more.  We work to help them to recognize highs and lows.  We test them as often as we can.  We keep tight control to prevent complications and fear going too far and having to wake to a child gone because of a low.  These fears are real. They do not keep me up all night but they do wake me up at 2am to test.  They do not stop me from letting my son be a child but it does make me check his pockets for glucose and his cell phone when he goes out.

As a parent, I cannot protect either of my children 24/7 for the rest of their lives. I wish I could. As much as I love watching them grow, think and spread their wings, part of me craves for the days past when I held them tight and could keep them safe in my arms.  They are growing. My oldest son is driving and almost out of school.  My youngest is well into his teen aged years and venturing off on his own more and more.  Diabetes or not, I can only pray I have done my best, continue to do as much as I can and leave the rest up to a higher power.

Last night was my son’s first night home after a few weeks away. I went to bed and woke a few hours later than I had planned to but he was low. The story behind one of the recently light blue candles played itself out in the back of my head. After 45 minutes and a lot of juice, his blood glucose levels were back in range and I could return to bed. I said a prayer of thanks that I woke up to test him. I prayed for families who were not so lucky.  I touched my son’s hair and wanted to hold him tight and kiss him gently on the forehead like I used to when he was small. He is now a teen. If I did anything beyond quietly touch his hair he would wake up creeped out and would claim nightmares for the rest of the night! Instead, I watched him sleep and I thanked God that he was alive, healthy and happy.

I will test my son at all hours. I will remind him to bolus.  I will deal with late night lows.  I will demand to know where he is going when he leaves the house. I will preach the evils of smoking, drug use and the dangers of too much alcohol.  That is my job and I need to know that when I close my eyes I have done that job to the best of my ability. This will never guarantee the 100% safety of either of my boys but its my very best and that is all a parent can ever do.

What can $400,000 buy?

According to MoneySense.ca, the average cost of raising a child to age 18 is a whopping $243,660.  

According to my calculations, the medical costs of a child with type 1 diabetes diagnosed at 2 until he is 18 years of age is $151,323.  That means that raising this child until he is 18 probably cost close to $400,000 in total!

old houseFor $400,000 I could have paid off a really nice house.  Actually knowing the cost of my first and second homes, I could have paid off more than one!

For $400,000 I could have travelled the world. I could have taken safaris in Africa or wandered the streets of Paris.  I could have enjoyed the tropical beaches of Bali.

For $400,000 I could have owned some amazing cars. I could have had my dream green Jaguar or a lovely Stingray Corvette.

$400,000.  Its not enough money to live on forever but I could have done a lot of things with it but that didn’t happen.  $400,000 kept a child in clothes.  It kept a roof over his head. It tried to keep pace with his ever growing appetite.  It paid for life saving medical equipment.

For $400,000 I got a lot more than cars, trips or a new home. For $400,000 I have been able to touch the tiny hand of a new little person.  I was able to watch him bravely take his first steps.  I was able to watch him master hide-and-go-seek as he stealthy hid under a pile of laundry for hours, never revealing his position.

SCN_0002I was able to hold him tight as he lay scared in the hospital as his body worked to repair itself after being deprived of insulin for too long.  I was able to watch him play with his friends who would protect him and tell any adult who was curious that their friend’s pancreas had broken so he had to receive needles.

$400,000 bought me a young man with a quick wit whose strong arms can take away some of the greatest pain. It gave me my son–alive and healthy.  The value of my children is far beyond any dollar value that you could imagine.

Children are expensive. That is a fact.  Their needs are great.  Children with diabetes have an added expense that they will have for their entire lives.  The value of both and children with diabetes is immeasurable however. From the minute we know of their existence, our children grab hold of our hearts and never let go.  We do our best to protect them.  We are there to hold them and dust them off when things don’t go according to plan.  Through the ups and downs, they remain a very special part of us. They are worth far more than just $400,000.

How much would it cost me to manage my diabetes?

The other day, it seemed like I was constantly having to use the washroom.  I thought, what if I was one of those people diagnosed later in life with Type 1? How would I handle things? I don’t even want to go there!!!

I knew if was not a real concern.  I knew that I would do what must be done but I would not dwell on the daily routine.  I did however begin to think about the financial aspect.  What if I did have Type 1? I am over 25.  I have no private medical coverage. I would have to cover everything out of pocket.  How expensive would that really be?

First there would be the insulin pump.  I would definitely want the best technology to help me along.  Since I already know what is out there I would most likely look to purchase a sensor augmented insulin pump.  According to a recent letter from my son’s insulin pump company, the initial cost of such a pump would be $8240.  This would give me an insulin pump, a CGM transmitter and four sensors.  I am guessing that I would still need to buy the receiver for another $700.  A box of cartridges would last me ideally for one month as would the infusion sets.  Those items are $64 and $195 respectively. For a total of $9299 I would have a pump with no batteries or insulin but I would have a pump.

Obviously if I have type 1 diabetes, I would need to purchase insulin for myself.  That works out to approximately $70 per month if I am using an insulin pump and able to squeeze every drop of insulin from each vial.

I would also have to test by blood glucose levels 8-10 times per day. Perhaps I would test a little less because of my CGM but even at 4-8 tests per day I would require $90-$180 in strips per month.  This does not include having to purchase ketone strips which are over $3 per strip for use when high or ill.

Finally there would be the batteries for the pump, the alcohol swabs, SkinTac wipes, spare syringes, lancets and tape that would also be required to keep me healthy.

Our province does have a public medical program that I would qualify. It looks at our family income and then dictates that we must cover an amount equal to 7.5% of our family income first.  My partner runs his own business so our income can fluctuate.  I would anticipate that based on their formula, I would have to spend at least $4500 on my diabetes care before they would begin to cover any of my expenses.

Sadly, based on my calculations, the items that the government would cover under their program (insulin, some test strips and syringes) would most likely not reach the magic number of over $4500.  I would instead be left to cover, out of my own pocket well over $14,000 in annual expenses.

I honestly had no idea what the total of this would be.  People with diabetes tell me all of the time that the cost to keep themselves alive and healthy is the same as a car payment or a downpayment on their first house.  They are not exaggerating.  The costs of maintaining your diabetes care in the best way possible is over $14,500 by my calculations.

The chart below is based on never getting sick. It assumes that no sites will fail or fall out while hot, sweaty, or get hooked on a cupboard door and become removed. It assumes that insulin will never spoil and everything will work out as anticipated.  That never happens in life or when dealing with diabetes.

Without private insurance or a rich great uncle, there is no way the average person can afford to maintain optimal health care if they also have type 1 diabetes.  Yes, you can live and function on injections.  Yes, you can live and work without a Continuous Glucose Monitor (CGM) but if you want to use the best tools available to give you the very best quality of life….well find a job with great insurance because if you have to rely on just your wallet and the help of the provincial government and you are over 25, its not going to happen.

sensor augmented pump costs feb 2015

15 Years later and its still happening

On my Facebook news feed, there has been a lot of mention of a child who was recently diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes.  Too many children are diagnosed each day but this story is getting greater attention because she was not diagnosed until she was in a coma and now appears to have brain damage.

I can’t give you the details of this particular story.  I haven’t followed it.  I see the photos.  My heart breaks for the family and the young girl but I can’t sit down and read about them.  I can’t follow their story.  It cuts me to the core because I know that there but for the grace of God go I.

It was almost 15 years ago when my then two-year-old son was behaving strangely. He was clingy and tired. He was constantly soaking his diapers but he also was constantly drinking when he was awake.  We couldn’t keep him away from fluids. If we restricted what he drank to try to save his diapers, he marched his little body to the fridge and would guzzle apple juice from the carton.

We had taken him to the emergency room.  He had the flu we were told.  We waited for him to get better but he didn’t.  We made an appointment with our family doctor and our world came crashing down in waves.  Our doctor thought he had diabetes. He had ketoacidosis.  He needed x-rays.  He had to go to another hospital.  This was very serious.

I understood x-rays, hospital and serious.  My son was laboring to breathe in my arms and his body was cold.  It was serious but it couldn’t be that serious could it? He had been healthy all of his short life.

A trip to another hospital led to another wave of terror.  Now we were told new things. We heard diabetes again. We heard brain damage, heart attack, stroke, kidney damage, and “if he makes it through the next 24 hours.”

That was almost 15 years ago.  Someone missed checking his urine or blood during the first visit to the emergency room.  It almost cost my son his life.

Today we have insulin pumps. rapid insulin, continuous glucose monitors, and sensor augmented pumps.  We have meters that read bg levels in under five seconds but still we have children literally dying because a diagnosis of diabetes was missed.  A routine test of urine for sugar or ketones is not done when they are checking for everything else.  Doctors assume that its flu season and the child must just have a bug.

Its not their fault.  We feel that it is when its our child but they have to know so much and what ails the human body can be such guess work.  They could help themselves and our children however if they remember to add that one little screen to routine blood or urine work-ups.  A stick in urine will still show the presence of ketones.  Asking any parent of a child with diabetes how long it takes.  Its a matter of seconds and the urine sticks are cheap. ketostix_intensity

In 15 years a lot has changed.  Our meters no longer take 30-60 seconds to produce a reading.  There are other background insulin options besides NPH.  Insulin pumps are now so smart that they can talk to continuous glucose monitors.  Continuous Glucose monitors are no longer items that are blinded and reserved for only select hospitals.

Type 1 diabetes is finding itself in the mainstream media.  Insulin pumps are being shown and discussed in various television shows.

Despite all of these strides ahead, children are still dying.  People do not know what to look for.  As a parent, I didn’t know what diabetes looked like or even that I should be looking until the signs were literally posted right in front of me.

Healthy children get sick but they don’t need to die.  We need to work harder to get the word out there.  Families should not suffer this pain. No one should die or suffer the damage of undiagnosed type 1 diabetes in 2015.


New Yawk Sawse

One thing that has been brought to my attention over the years of advocating for people with diabetes is food prices. I know that it may sound strange, but often while in various groups and committees, the issue of the high cost of healthy eating comes up. Even if you had not realized it before, it quickly becomes apparent that there is a huge problem.  You can purchase 2 liters of Pepsi for $2 but it will cost you double that to buy the same amount of milk.  I paid $13 for three apples the other day (yes they were bigger apples but nothing overly exciting).  I could have purchased four bags of potato chips for the same amount. How can we ask people to work, pay for medications, a roof over their head and healthy food? Unless they have a good income, it can be a real challenge.

This is an issue that has bothered Chef Dennis Sheehan for some time.  He is a New York Chef with type 2 diabetes who had made it his mission to educate people on healthier ways to eat.  He created something called Diatize –a non-profit company that offers culinary advice and meals geared toward Type 2 diabetics and those wanting to eat healthier. “The difference between us and other diabetic-friendly meal options, is that we are cost-effective, tastier and more realistic; meaning real portion sizes, real flavors and food that’s cooked with love and passion.” says Sheehan.

Sharing meals and showing others in his area is not enough for Sheehan however,  ” We want to have a whole food line that’s affordable and fresh that offers an alternative to fast foods. Right now McDonald’s is selling 10 piece Chicken McNuggets for $1.69. its poison and people are eating it up for the price.” Sheehan’s first step towards that goal is the creation of his “Sawse”.

This tomato treat is vegan, gluten free, and low sodium, for those with allergies or sensitivities, and are prodsawseuced without GMOs or unhealthy additives.  It is made with only fresh ingredients and reviews have suggested that it tastes just like the sauce that Grandma used to make but without the added sugar!  The pictures speak for itself.  On the left is a commercially produced sauce.  On the right is Sheehan’s Sawse.  You can easily see the difference in the color and the texture.

While the hope is to one day make Sawse and Diatize’s other products available worldwide through a network of sales people and grocery store chains, at the moment it is being made in an incubator kitchen in New York.

sawseIf you are interested in ordering Sawse, I would encourage you to check out the Support the New Yawk Sawse page.  It also has a great video showing how the process comes together.  Personally, I look forward to continuing to watch Diatize grow and hope that there will be many more healthy, affordable food options available to everyone in the coming years.