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I bridge the gap after you leave the Endocrinologist’s office and then real life happens.

Melodie Prater

The Diabetes Doula

#1 International Bestselling Author

31+ Years Walking This Road

ABOUT

I bridge the
gap after you
leave the Endocrinologist’s office and then real life happens.

Melodie Prater

The Diabetes Doula

#1 International Bestselling Author

31+ Years Walking This Road

Proven Experience.
Compassionate Guidance.

Where professional expertise meets lived experience —
helping families feel supported, informed, and empowered.

Decades of Meaningful Type 1 Diabetes Support

For more than 30 years, I’ve supported people and families navigating life with diabetes — not just the medical side, but the emotional journey that comes with it. I understand how overwhelming, confusing, and isolating it can feel, and I help clients move toward confidence, clarity, and real-life balance. I’m also a speaker at T1D seminars, medical galas, and endocrinology forums, where I share practical insight and lived experience to support and empower diabetes communities.

32 years: Trusted by Families
32 years: T1D Mom
20 years: Living with T1D Personally
T1D Empowerment Speaker

Where Coaching, Research & Technology Come Together

I’m a trained Wayfinder Life Coach and spent seven years working with the Diabetes Research Center, combining lived understanding with professional insight. My background as a Healthcare Applications Engineer also means I can help you make sense of diabetes technology so it feels empowering instead of intimidating.

Certified T1D Family Alignment Coach
Certified Wayfinder Life Coach
Healthcare Applications Engineer

Writing with Courage, Living with Purpose

Melodie Prater is a #1 bestselling author and co-writer of the acclaimed book Radical Courage. In her contribution, she brings raw honesty, deep empathy, and decades of lived experience with Type 1 Diabetes—both as a mother and as someone living with the condition herself. Melodie’s voice anchors the book with strength and vulnerability, meeting readers in their fear and guiding them toward empowerment. Her work has touched countless lives, helping individuals and families navigate the challenging journey of T1D with courage, resilience, and heart.

#1 Bestselling Author

Together we can bridge that gap to help you or someone you love navigate life with diabetes.

My Story

A Mother’s Fight, A Woman’s Awakening

It was a cold day in late January 31 years ago, and I had just started a new job. My little girl was not feeling well and began wetting the bed at eight years old. I thought perhaps it was the change with my new job, as I was spending less time with her and my other two children. I asked her dad to take her to the doctor, where he was told she had a urinary tract infection. She took the medication, but the symptoms did not ease. I went into her bedroom early to wake her up for school and noticed she had taken off her wet pajamas at some point, and there were ants on them. Ants??? What are ants doing in my little girl's wet pajamas?

I had her dad take her back to the doctor, and when he explained that she had ants on her wet clothing after wetting the bed, our entire world was turned upside down. My little girl was admitted to the hospital with a blood sugar level well over 600, and I knew nothing about what diabetes even was.

After two weeks of getting her stabilized, the provider released her, giving us lengthy instructions on how to manage her diabetes: the finger sticks, the shots, the juice if she had low blood sugar. I was a deer in the headlights with no sleep, a new job, three children, and a very sick little girl. The doctors did their job, but I was in no way equipped to deal with a little girl begging me not to give her any more shots or stick her sore, tiny fingers again.

I navigated her life, digging for the necessary tools to get her through sports, school, and life in general. She grew up, moved out on her own, and a new chapter began in my life.

In 2006, I was traveling and noticed I had to go to the bathroom more frequently. I had been eating whatever I wanted, something we all do while on vacation. On my third trip to the bathroom in less than an hour, that smell hit me like a ton of bricks—the fruity smell I noticed when my daughter's blood sugar was high. Wait, it can't be. I'm 40 years old; I can't possibly have diabetes. My heart sank as I scheduled an appointment to find out what was happening with my body.

The doctor ran the necessary tests and told me that I, too, had diabetes. My first response was, "I got this. I have lived with diabetes for a very long time, and I know how to manage it." I took my shots, checked my blood sugar, and proceeded with my normal life. I then realized that my life was far from normal now. My friends ordered starchy food for happy hour, and I wanted to enjoy it just like I did before I was diagnosed. I remember going home, checking my blood sugar, and throwing my glucose meter across the room when the reading was off the chart. I sat down in the corner of my bedroom and cried like I have never cried before. I cried for my little girl trying to live her life while I drilled her about keeping her numbers perfect. I cried for my little girl who wanted the cotton candy at the baseball field like all her friends. I cried because she was only 8, and here I was, 40, struggling with the emotional part of living life with diabetes.

Who I Am

My Story

A Mother’s Fight, A Woman’s Awakening

It was a cold day in late January 31 years ago, and I had just started a new job. My little girl was not feeling well and began wetting the bed at eight years old. I thought perhaps it was the change with my new job, as I was spending less time with her and my other two children. I asked her dad to take her to the doctor, where he was told she had a urinary tract infection. She took the medication, but the symptoms did not ease. I went into her bedroom early to wake her up for school and noticed she had taken off her wet pajamas at some point, and there were ants on them. Ants??? What are ants doing in my little girl's wet pajamas?

I had her dad take her back to the doctor, and when he explained that she had ants on her wet clothing after wetting the bed, our entire world was turned upside down. My little girl was admitted to the hospital with a blood sugar level well over 600, and I knew nothing about what diabetes even was.

After two weeks of getting her stabilized, the provider released her, giving us lengthy instructions on how to manage her diabetes: the finger sticks, the shots, the juice if she had low blood sugar. I was a deer in the headlights with no sleep, a new job, three children, and a very sick little girl. The doctors did their job, but I was in no way equipped to deal with a little girl begging me not to give her any more shots or stick her sore, tiny fingers again.

I navigated her life, digging for the necessary tools to get her through sports, school, and life in general. She grew up, moved out on her own, and a new chapter began in my life.

In 2006, I was traveling and noticed I had to go to the bathroom more frequently. I had been eating whatever I wanted, something we all do while on vacation. On my third trip to the bathroom in less than an hour, that smell hit me like a ton of bricks—the fruity smell I noticed when my daughter's blood sugar was high. Wait, it can't be. I'm 40 years old; I can't possibly have diabetes. My heart sank as I scheduled an appointment to find out what was happening with my body.

The doctor ran the necessary tests and told me that I, too, had diabetes. My first response was, "I got this. I have lived with diabetes for a very long time, and I know how to manage it." I took my shots, checked my blood sugar, and proceeded with my normal life. I then realized that my life was far from normal now. My friends ordered starchy food for happy hour, and I wanted to enjoy it just like I did before I was diagnosed. I remember going home, checking my blood sugar, and throwing my glucose meter across the room when the reading was off the chart. I sat down in the corner of my bedroom and cried like I have never cried before. I cried for my little girl trying to live her life while I drilled her about keeping her numbers perfect. I cried for my little girl who wanted the cotton candy at the baseball field like all her friends. I cried because she was only 8, and here I was, 40, struggling with the emotional part of living life with diabetes.