Hi, hello, howdy, shalom. I know I need to be a tad bit more frequent/regular with my posts, but ya girl is busy these days. (Again, check out Vamp and Rivet to see some of what keeps me busy and fulfilled on the day-to-day).
Anywho, this post is a sort-of-plug to a charity that is obviously close to my heart (and pancreas), and an ode and tentative praise to a newfound community. You might have guessed it- JDRF.
With the help of a doting dad and a network of millennials dedicated to creating a community, I went to my first JDRF meeting. Sure, I’ve done a walk here and there, donated over the years, and ironically prior to my diagnosis (going on 2 and a half years and still don’t know what I’m doing-hollah). But, there is something to be said for a community that understands what you’re going through, of people that know what it feels like to hit a blood glucose (bg) of 380 after eating half of a bagel, or the unfortunate craziness that comes along with constant pump beeps and being basically bionic.
So, while I’ve only been to one meeting, and I am not a mushy type of person (this is real this is me), I have to say that I finally felt something that I’ve been lacking lately in the pathetic pancreas world that I seem to inhabit. Something about brunching with 20 ladies who all bolused before having our respective meals this morning felt… odd, but amazing.
While some things in life are uncertain (like my bg after walking 4 blocks and really just anything political these days because really what is HAPPENING in this world?!), one thing that I know will always ring true to me is my need for a support system.
Some people might think that’s weak, or embarrassing to admit. But, honestly… I think we all need people who understand. It’s human nature. We need to know we’re not alone, and as early and mushy as this is, especially for me, JDRF Youth Leadership Council NYC has done that for me in the last week.
I look forward to seeing what I can learn from these men and women that deal with the awkward bar encounters of someone asking why I have a Blackberry, even though it’s really my Omnipod insulin pump. It’s nice to know that other girls have stories of misadventures and moments that are both embarrassing and so greatly hilarious that you can only laugh and accept the situation. While I might not know these people well, I know what they’re going through, and that’s more than enough.
So donate your time, money and a piece of your mind to those dealing with Type 1. It might not be the worst thing out there, but damn does it deserve to be cured.
If you’re in the NYC area and want to get involved, check out the group’s amazing new website here.
Please enjoy this pic of me jumping for joy because I was in the Florida heat for Thanksgiving.
That concludes this week’s ramblings.
Stay classy, sassy and fulfilled peeps!