Olympics Dispatch III: Victorious
My husband doesn’t GET why I care about this, but I do. Of course, he isn’t a diabetic, he isn’t fanatical about having as good as blood sugar as possible, and doesn’t understand how hard it is.
It is SO cool that this doctor cares so much.
Sometimes I feel like the little kid in first grade when I’m interacting with my doctors, trying not to be on their nerves and trying hard to have the best blood sugar possible.
Athens Airport, 5:00 AM, Saturday, August 21, 2004 — Gary won the gold. Unbelievable. He did it. He did it for himself, his family and friends, and for all people with diabetes. He says he’ll give his gold medal to the person who finds the cure. I hope he has to give it away soon. But for now he inspires; he inspires me and all of the people in the world who live every day with the disease that is diabetes.