For years I wanted nothing to do with this disease. Nothing. I was comfortable taking a backseat to my diabetes, ignoring it, denying it, full-on rebelling against it. I didn’t care to talk to anyone about it, and I sure as heck didn’t want anybody talking to me about it. And when it came to …
Ahh Onterrible, we had such hopes for you, high hopes, you teased us with a sunny forecast, balmy weather even, you told me to leave the sweaters at home, to pack my bags full of spring skirts and no-sleeved shirts, and so I did. And then, practically the second we landed down in your land, …
I’m leaving, on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again … actually yes I do. Tomorrow morning Mario and I will be hopping on a plane to visit my other moms and Mario’s sister and niece and nephew. And while I give Onterrible a hard time, because you know, it is terrible, …
