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She made it look so simple

August 27, 2012 By Denise Leave a Comment

I’ve been trying to find something to write about all day and then it hit me after I watched “I don’t know how she does it”, the movie starring Sarah Jessica Parker, Greg Kinnear, and Pierce Brosnan. (Yes, it’s trite and the ending is unrealistically perfectly neat and tidy, but stay with me here.) My whole life is about juggling, making myself crazy while trying to keep every single detail of everything I do absolutely perfect.

It’s not enough that I learn to sew, my hand-crafted tote bag was missing some stitching around the applique, so I never carry it now. I just signed up for more sewing classes and also Learn to Crochet classes because I want to be able to earn some extra pocket money for Christmas presents so I’m hoping to learn to crochet pet stockings and sell them on Etsy before Christmas. You know, because I have nothing else to do.

It’s not enough that I belong to the Junior League, I have to lead a committee. In my eighth year in the League. At the age of (almost) 45.

I can’t just join the American Legion Auxiliary to support my husband, I have to take on three separate leadership roles. On top of the Junior League. And the sewing classes. And the cooking classes. And I guess the crochet classes now, too.

Becoming a mom (of an adult child) at my age isn’t enough, I have to be the perfect mom: supportive but not smothering, remembering her schedule so that we don’t leave her waiting somewhere in the middle of the night, gently reminding my beloved husband that she’s still growing and learning and that she isn’t actually trying to drive him insane.

And my husband. Dear God, I love him so much and yet we never seem to spend any time together that we’re not running off somewhere, either together or on our own. Guilt and I are good friends, I promise you.

Then there’s work. I love my job, I really do. I work with wonderful, passionate, smart people and I have an amazing new manager who teaches me something new every day. But it takes a lot out of me to be so organized and (supposedly) in control all the time and that doesn’t leave much of that stuff for the rest of my (chaotic) life.

All of these plates spinning above me and I just keep whirling and twirling underneath so that I can keep everything going, perfectly. And there’s the rub: No one expects a man to be effortlessly perfect. Oh sure, they have lots of pressure to perform but they get to grunt and groan and sweat while they’re doing it – that’s “manly”. But for the female of the species? Well, do you remember what they used to say about Ginger Rogers? “She did everything Fred did, but she did it while walking backwards in high heels.” More pressure, more to remember, but always calm, serene, and beautiful.

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Ginger, dear, I love you to pieces and watching you dance is like magic, but what the heck were you thinking when you made it all look so darned easy???

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Why I’m not sleeping -OR- My life as a crazy person

August 24, 2012 By Denise Leave a Comment

I have an extra cat staying with us for a few weeks. C had Dixie-cat while she was at Davis and we couldn’t find a rescue/foster agency up there that was willing to take her so she came home with us temporarily. She’s having her “lady parts” surgery today and once she’s sufficiently recovered, she’ll hopefully go to the wonderful Helen Woodward Center to await adoption. She’s a gorgeous cat, so I’m sure she’ll find another home quickly. She and C are living behind a closed bedroom door in the meantime, a fact which adds just a little stress to the household (both human and feline).

Mick is leaving for Indianapolis this weekend. He’s a delegate to the American Legion national convention and he’ll be gone five nights. Yes, this means I’ll have the bed to myself and not come home to clothes strewn about apparently without thought, but it also means logistical considerations such as how will he get to the airport for his (6:00 am) flight and how back from his (9:00 pm) return? Also no one to take care of Alouysius the wonder pug before I get home from work. Or a Junior League committee meeting.

Speaking of Junior League committee meetings,, I have my first such of the new League year on Tuesday. I’ve christened this my “League Year of Fun” because it will most likely be my last active year before changing my status to Sustaining (the League equivalent of retirement, in essence) but leading a committee will still be quite a bit of work. Before Tuesday I need to put together seven binders with dividers for each month’s meeting and the materials for Tuesday’s meeting need to be created, duplicated, and inserted into the binders. On Tuesday – a day that I have 9:00 am to 5:00 pm mandatory training at work – I have to pick up dinner for eight (pre-ordered if I remember) before embarking on the 45 minute odyssey through rush hour traffic to arrive at the League House by 6:00 pm. Let us most fervently hope that I do not forget the two bottles of wine – one white, one red – that I won at the Junior League spring event silent auction! And, of course, I’ve got to create an agenda and post it to the JLSD website prior to the meeting.

My parents arrive bright and early Wednesday morning. (Yes, directly after my late night in San Diego at my committee meeting.) They will stay with us for three nights and I am truly looking forward to their visit. I don’t see enough of them and I love waking up to have coffee with Mummy every morning. (Daddy prefers to stay at a hotel and we’re all happy that way, so he’ll come over in time for breakfast.) This does mean, however, that C and Dixie will have to vacate their bedroom retreat so that Grandma has somewhere to sleep. (Don’t worry, they’re moving into the Office of Doom – my name for the wasteland that Mick has created in our third bedroom – but I’ll clean it over the weekend and I’m sure Dixie won’t puncture the air mattress that will be their bed for six nights.) Wait, Denise, why would they be in there for six nights? I thought you just said your parents were only staying for three???

My mother in law has invited herself for a visit commencing as soon as my parents are out the door. (Considerate, isn’t she?) This is the hyper-critical of my housekeeping, my (lack of) cooking, my recreation options (that do not include camping unless camping means staying at the 5-star spa resort in Austin). and basically my life in general. She finds my reliance on a cleaning service to be self-indulgent and lazy. Actually, I’m pretty sure she finds ME, in general, to be self-indulgent and lazy. Of course her timing means that I’ll have to rush to change the sheets on C’s/my mom’s bed before we drive 45 minutes on a Saturday morning to get her from the airport. Yay for us!

A little glimpse into why I might be a little stressed right now. The good news for you – or maybe not? – is that I’ll probably be writing more than usual because I’ll need an escape from the mother in law’s constant harping.

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This blog is the original work of Denise Elliott, a full time Project Manager and Type II diabetic who also moonlights as wife, mom, daughter, Pug mommy, and public policy advocate. The primary focus of this blog is my quest to live a healthier life both with my diabetes and throughout every aspect of my life. I’ll talk a lot about emancipating foster youth and the struggles they face, active duty military/veterans/military families, and the importance of proper labeling of ingredients in food products as well as my on-going efforts to eat better food and be naturally active.

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Preparing for the worst

July 12, 2012 By Denise Leave a Comment

Having lived most of my life in southern California, I’m no stranger to wild fires. When I was 10 years old – the year we moved to Anaheim – we had to evacuate to my aunt’s house a few miles away when I fire got within a mile of our house. Our house was safe but it was really terrifying for me because my mom was at work when the police officer drove by the house and yelled at us to get out of our houses because the fire was coming. We had a dog and two cats at the time and I had no clue what to do for myself, much less for them. Fortunately I was able to get in touch with my mom at work (long before the advent of cell phones made that much easier) and she told me to get the cats into their carriers and get the dog on his leash then stay in the house with all of the windows and doors closed until she got home.

Many years later, as an adult, I faced another situation where I was facing the threat of wild fire engulfing my condo and this time there was no one to tell me what to do (or to come and pick me up, for that matter). I watched the fires closing in on me by using the street names from the reporters on the television and a paper map of San Diego. I drew a one-mile circle around my house on the map with a pencil and decided that once the fire breached that circle, I was out of there. In preparation, I began to pack my little Saturn with everything that she could fit, which wasn’t much. I pulled the hard drive from my computer, grabbed the photo albums and important papers from my spare bedroom, packed in some pillows and blankets in case I had to sleep in my car, and then I realized I needed to make room for two cat carriers for my (then) cats, Dave & Abby. I unpacked everything and started over with the cat carriers snugly nestled beneath my bedding and clothing on the back seat. I set everything up so that I could grab each cat and shove them quickly in the carriers if I only had a few minutes to get out of there. I put their food, litter, a makeshift litter box, and three gallons of water for them next to the front door, ready to grab at a moment’s notice. I sat on the couch, cats lying next to me, and prayed that I wouldn’t have to leave.

Thankfully, my condo was spared that day. And the next. In fact it’s still safe and sound with some nice tenants living there now. We have a beautiful, new townhouse now which almost burned down in 2007 before we closed escrow on it, but it, too, was spared. Living in southern California, though, we are painfully aware of the ever-present risk of wild fires. Just this week CalFire issued a red flag alert which indicates that the risk of wild fires is extreme due to very high temperatures and very low humidity and that residents should review and revise as necessary their personal wild fire preparedness plans. While we’ve discussed what to do in case of a fire in very general terms, we do not yet have a written plan of action should something happen, so I am working on one as we speak.

Here are the three primary reasons I’m so motivated:

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Alouysius the Wonder Pug

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Harry, Mama’s baby boy!

Princess Sally

A great resource for creating a family emergency preparedness plan that includes your furkids is the Humane Society of the United States’ website (see information below). I can tell you from personal experience that your plan will not be nearly as detailed as it ought to be if you wait until you actually need to evacuate your home to decide what you need to bring for you and your pets, so consider going over there today to check it out.

Do you and your family have an emergency preparedness plan already in place? If so, does it include provisions for taking your pets with you?

Now is the time to think about disaster preparedness for you, your family, and your animals. Please visit the Humane Society of the United States for advice on disaster planning for pets, horses, and farm animals and make sure you’re ready for an every day emergency.

(I was not compensated in any way for this post and all of the opinions expressed here are my own.)

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A cool gift for Dad (or anyone, really)

June 15, 2012 By Denise Leave a Comment

When I was a kid, my mom used to love to play her records – they were plastic discs that could play music, for those born after 1990 – so loudly that you could hear the music throughout the house. I can still remember her dancing around with household cleaning implements as Fats Domino blared from the speakers. Since I live in a townhouse with neighbors sharing the walls on either side of my home, that’s not realistic for me, but I still love the idea of being able to listen to my music through something better than a pair of earbuds.

I became aware of the new – or is it just new to me? – Sonos Wireless Hi-Fi system last month and I think they have a wonderful idea. In a nutshell, you can play all of the music from your own libraries and music services as well as more than 100,000 free radio stations, podcasts, and shows with excellent quality, using wireless technology so that you can move the player around the room or around the house (even outside, as long as you can pick up the wireless). Perhaps more intriguing to me is the fact that you can connect several systems, if you like, to play the same music throughout the house – isn’t that cool?

If you’re thinking about picking up one of the started systems (Play:3 or Play:5), Sonos and Target stores have an interesting deal for your consideration. Now through June 16th in-store at Target, you’ll receive a $30 Target gift card with the purchase of a Sonos Wireless Hi-Fi Play:3 unit or a $40 Target gift card if you purchase a Sonos Play:5 unit. The suggested retail for the Play:3 unit is $299 and for the Play:5 unit it’s $399.

This isn’t my mother’s hi-fi stereo system but it just might be the next best thing for music lovers like me who live in shared spaces like apartments, condominiums, and townhouses.

This post is part of a campaign I’m participating in as a member of One2One Network and I’m eligible for a prize drawing. All opinions stated in the post are my own.

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Who do you think I am?

June 10, 2012 By Denise 3 Comments

I have a picture in my head of who I am, what I stand for, and what my writing voice sounds like. (I don’t have a very good picture of what I actually look like, though, because I picture myself being a normal size, not 100 pounds overweight.) In my head, I’m passionate, a dreamer, and ambitious. I want to write well about topics that are important to me and to others like me. I have an active imagination – you may have noticed that it sometimes gets me in trouble. And I want what I do, what I say, and who I am to make a difference in the world.

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In his wonderful e-book (which I am reading at the moment), You Are a Writer (So Start Acting Like One), Jeff Goins talks about the need to define your brand as a writer. He suggests that you come up with three adjectives to describe yourself and then ask readers to do the same for you. By doing this, you get a sense of whether you are making the impression that you want or if what you are presenting through your blog is not aligned properly with your own perceptions.

So I come to you today with a request: will you tell me which three adjectives you would choose to describe the way you see me through this blog? Consider the topics I choose, my word choice, whether or not I appear credible to you, and even the design and title of this blog. Also, if you’ve met me in real life, do I seem to be the same online as off?

I want to write well and I want to be authentic, so please be as brutally honest as possible. I thank you in advance for your help

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Depression: It’s sneaky

May 31, 2012 By Denise 2 Comments

Sometimes I forget. I can go weeks or even months without experiencing a hint of depression. During those periods I sometimes allow myself to believe that it’s gone for good and that I’m “normal” again, whatever that means.

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And then something happens – some magical thing – and the craziness starts again. Black is white and white is black. Nothing makes sense to me even though I somehow sense, somewhere deep inside that is still in touch with reality, that it’s not external things that don’t make sense but rather my own thoughts that have slipped their moorings. Now is one of those times.

It started when I encountered a friend who is struggling with depression issues of his own, although I didn’t feel the beginnings of my own response until later. I listened to his delusional ramblings for hours, deflecting and debunking his misconceptions, outright challenging him when he was making statements about his life being worthless and over (he’s 21 years old), and crying with him as he talked about not having anywhere else to go or anything left to do. I told him that I would get the number for the County Mental Health Services crisis hotline and that he wouldn’t be alone.

As I drove home that night, I could feel my mood changing and all of my energy to do anything leaving my body. When my beautiful daughter and wonderful husband wanted to talk to me later that evening, I begged off citing the fact that I was “tired” – that’s my standard excuse, even to myself, for times when I can’t muster the energy to keep up appearances of normalcy.

Monday was Memorial Day and I participated in a remembrance ceremony with the husband and the daughter, standing dutifully at attention throughout and making small talk with acquaintances there and later at the post-ceremony reception that followed. Once the official part of the day was over and we were in private again, the darkness and fog descended, and I only wanted to curl up in a ball and be left alone.

Thank goodness I have a husband who understands the craziness and whom I trust so completely that I can see myself through his eyes and recognize what’s happening. That’s what happened on Monday night: Mick was being his usual helpful self, making dinner on the grill, and I suddenly just flipped out. I wanted to go out, we hadn’t explicitly talked about eating in, and I went from a zombie to straight up angry in about 2.5 seconds. I could see the confusion on his face, heard him asking me what was up and not taking “nothing” for an answer, and – after about 20 minutes – I realized what had happened. I apologized, I cried a little, then I went to him, buried my face in his chest, and told him I was sorry. He didn’t have to ask why I was sorry because he already knew what was going on.

Ever since that moment on Monday night, the darkness has been slowly receding. I wish it was something I could just decide to stop and then it would go away, but it’s not, at least not for me. Once I can see it and name it, though, I know that it’s on its way out of my head, and that makes life easier even as I still deal with its lingering effects.

What I’ve learned in the last year that I didn’t know before is how important it is to check in with reality, to find something that I know with 100% certainty is real and then hold on to it until the craziness starts to subside. For me on Sunday, that thing was my husband and I am so grateful – and lucky – to have him in my life.

If you, like me, suffer from depression, know that there’s help and you are never, ever as alone as you feel. There are caring people in your area – trained professionals – who are just waiting for your call. You can find their number in the front of your phone book (if you still have that object in your home) or by performing an Internet search for “mental health resources, county of xxx” where “xxx” should be replaced with the county where you live. Don’t suffer even a minute longer by yourself – help is out there and you’re worth it!

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Memorial Day: A solemn responsibility

May 28, 2012 By Denise Leave a Comment

Memorial Day is not a happy day, nor is its primary purpose to give everyone a three day weekend – it is a day for a grateful nation to stop our daily lives for just a few seconds and remember those who paid the ultimate price for the freedoms we enjoy every day. So, while you are preparing your barbecue or packing up for your trip to the local park or beach, give me just a moment of your time.

Below is the speech my husband – Commander, American Legion Post 479, Poway, California – will give at Dearborn Park cemetery today. The audience he will address includes two remaining World War II veterans who will stand to attention for the entire service in homage to the many friends they lost. It will include, too, veterans from Korea, Vietnam, Lebanon and Grenada, plus – like my husband and his buddies – Iraq and Afghanistan. Together, at 11:00 am local time, we will all pause and remember those who sacrificed their lives as well as those they left behind – the widows, widowers, and children who struggle every day to rebuild lives devastated by the real cost of war.

Memorial Day, originally called Decoration Day, is a day of remembrance for those who have died in our nation’s service. Memorial Day was officially proclaimed on May 5, 1868 by General John Logan, national commander of the Grand Army of the Republic, in his General Order No. 11. The first observance of this sacred holiday occurred on May 30, 1868, when flowers were placed on the graves of Union and Confederate soldiers at Arlington National Cemetery. The first state to officially recognize the holiday was New York in 1873. By 1890 it was recognized by all of the northern states. The South refused to acknowledge the day, honoring their dead on separate days until after World War I (when the holiday changed from honoring just those who died fighting in the Civil War to honoring Americans who died fighting in any war).

Traditional observance of Memorial Day has diminished over the years. Many Americans nowadays have forgotten the meaning and traditions of Memorial Day. At many cemeteries, the graves of the fallen are increasingly ignored and neglected. Most people no longer remember the proper flag etiquette for the day and, while there are towns and cities that still hold Memorial Day parades, many have not held a parade in decades. Some people even mistakenly believe that this day is for honoring any and all dead, not just those fallen in service to our country.

For those who have forgotten, or who perhaps never knew, and for all of us assembled here, too, I would like to end my remarks with a portion of General Logan’s proclamation from 1868 – a reminder of our duty to our fallen service members which rings as true today as it did all those years ago:

“Let us, then, at the time appointed, gather around their sacred remains and garland the passionless mounds above them with the choicest flowers of spring-time; let us raise above them the dear old flag they saved from dishonor; let us in this solemn presence renew our pledges to aid and assist those whom they have left among us – a sacred charge upon a nation’s gratitude: the soldiers’ and sailors’ widow and orphan.”

Thank you for your participation today. May God bless the United States of America and the families of her fallen heroes.

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Will you please take a minute today, just 60 seconds, to stop and remember our fallen war dead for all of the wars that the United States has fought, starting with the Revolutionary War that created this country? And if you have friends or neighbors who have lost family members, whether in our current war or in some previous conflict, will you take a moment of your time today to remember their sacrifice?

I now return you to your regularly scheduled three day weekend.

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When doing my best isn’t good enough

April 2, 2012 By Denise Leave a Comment

During April, I will be participating in the Health Activist Writer’s Month Challenge (HAWMC), sponsored by WEGO Health. As part of the challenge, I’ll write each day about the challenges I have in dealing with Type II diabetes. My hope is that my writing will help others who might be dealing with diabetes or another chronic disease to understand that they are not alone (and also work through some of my own issues at the same time). This post is in response to the provided prompt: Quotation Inspiration. Find a quote that inspires you (either positively or negatively) and free write about it for 15 minutes.

My Grandma – Mom’s mom – was a huge influence on my life. She was a powerful figure, smart and strong, and I hung on her every word. When I was still quite young, she introduced me to a quotation and concept that has served me well ever since. I can’t remember what it was that she’d asked me to do – probably something to do with Math – and I’d tried really hard to do it (or so I thought) but just couldn’t get the hang of it. So I told her that: “Grandma, I’ve tried and tried and I can’t do it. But I did my best!” I waited for her to praise me for having done my best. Instead, she said, “It’s no use saying, ‘We are doing our best.’ You have got to succeed in doing what is necessary.” I didn’t know then that she was quoting Sir Winston Churchill, Prime Minister of Great Britain during the Second World War, only that I was going to have to get the thing done and stop waffling about it.

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So much of my life is about trying to do things. I try not to curse. I try to keep ahead of the laundry so that it doesn’t overflow the hampers. Heck, I’ve been trying to finish a half-finished blog post – not this one – for over a week now. What really hits me between the eyes, though, is this statement, which is something I tell myself all the time: I’m trying to live a healthy life and take care of my diabetes. As my grandmother would have said, “Denise, that’s simply not good enough.”

Diabetes doesn’t care how hard I’m trying. Diabetes is silently destroying my body as we speak and I can try all I want not to binge eat and to get some exercise but in this particular case – as in so much of life, really – trying hard just isn’t good enough.

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Caputuring a moment in time

April 1, 2012 By Denise Leave a Comment

During April, I will be participating in the Health Activist Writer’s Month Challenge (HAWMC), sponsored by WEGO Health. As part of the challenge, I’ll write each day about the challenges I have in dealing with Type II diabetes. My hope is that my writing will help others who might be dealing with diabetes or another chronic disease to understand that they are not alone (and also work through some of my own issues at the same time). This post is in response to the provided prompt: Health Time Capsule. Pretend you’re making a time capsule of you & your health focus that won’t be opened until 2112. What’s in it? What would people think of it when they found it?

I remember when we were trying to figure out what to put in the Senior time capsule for the Class of ’85 at my high school. What really represented who we were and what was important to us? I recall a Madonna album (vinyl, of course) and day-glo jewelry going in but not much else comes to mind. Of course the idea that a few trinkets selected by the elite few in the popular clique could possibly represent over 900 individuals was ridiculous but we all played along and eventually it was buried in the flower bed outside the gym.

Trying to capture diabetes in 2012 presents a similar dilemma: how on Earth could I possibly encapsulate the experiences of 16-30 million people currently living with diabetes in one post? Of course I can’t, but I can paint a picture of what it’s like for me to be diabetic in 2012 and those objects that enable me to live the life that I live.

With that, here’s the contents of my capsule:

1. A Victoza pen and needle. It was such a big deal to me for so long that I would never be able to give myself injections. Would do anything to avoid going on insulin because it was some kind of moral defect NOT to be able to control my blood sugar without medication, particularly insulin. I don’t know where I got that idea, but that was my belief. While at a diabetes conference last year, I realized that doing whatever I needed to in order to get my blood sugar under control wasn’t a sign of weak character but rather the act of someone strong enough to do what needed to be done. In other words, I put on my Big Girl Panties and just got on with it. I went to my endocrinologist, asked for a prescription, and the rest is history.

2. A photo collage of the diabetic friends I’ve made, both at work and through my Diabetes and Depression support group. Until last year, I never talked about being diabetic anywhere but here. I was ashamed of being diabetic because I truly believed that it was my punishment for letting myself become obese. I felt that if people knew I was diabetic that they’d judge me for being weak and lazy, and I couldn’t deal with that so instead I just kept everything inside and let it – literally – eat me alive. Fast forward a year and I have lots of friends with diabetes, and even some without, that I can share with about my disease. De-stigmatizing diabetes so that I could feel the support of others has been a critical piece of bringing me to a place of self-acceptance and even self-love.

3. A printout of the list of Twitter names for folks with diabetes who make up the DOC (Diabetes Online Community). I can’t remember how I came across the first diabetic blogger on Twitter, but since that time I’ve added about 20 people to my following list just because they write about diabetes and their experiences in such a way that they make my diabetic life better or at least a little easier to bear. There are weekly DSMA chats, too, at which time about 100 people all talk at once about what it’s like for them to live life as a diabetic or parent/significant other of a diabetic. Imagine being able to say your deepest, darkest, “no-one-will-like-me-if-they-know-who-I-really-am” secret out loud and then have more than one person immediately tweet back to say, in essence, “me, too”. It’s just incredibly powerful.

I hope that, one hundred years from now, if someone opens my virtual time capsule that they get a sense of the journey I’m on and the progress I’m making. I’m so far from perfect – I can’t even see it from here – but I’m still walking forward and I still know that better health is my destiny. Mostly, though, I hope that they wonder what the heck I’m making such a big deal about because diabetes no longer exists in their world. I KNOW that with enough money and research and time that we WILL cure diabetes!

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