This past weekend I went home for my cousin's high school graduation party. It was your typical graduation cookout, besides the fact that it was rainy and raw outside. There were family and friends and grandparents and small children. And as I stood around the counter in the kitchen with my aunts, mother, and a few other women, one of them said "The last time I saw you you were three or four years old." (No wonder why I had no idea who she was.) "It was at your uncle's house on the river and you were throwing up everywhere." My response: "The last time you saw me was THE day?"
Diabetes has always been a big part of my life, but I'm much more comfortable talking about since I started this blog. And to meet someone who last saw me on my D-day. Well that's pretty damn cool.