Today marks my 27th diaversary.

My detailed reflections are still there.  But, to speak my current words, I just require a proverbial megaphone and a rooftop to shout from:

It remains unconscionable that there is no cure. 

#weneedacure

Diabetes has made other things more difficult.  And other things have made diabetes more difficult.  And around we go.

Behind all of that, I see a human being.  Her eyes look back at me in the mirror, tired.  She will never stop fighting this disease, and she drinks a lot of coffee.  But, damnit, she is tired.  

There’s still so much left to accomplish. It’s certainly doable. But, it feels like a lot a lot a lot. 

She is telling her truth here because that is the realest advocacy she can offer today.

There were many times when she did not want another “climbing Mount Everest” diaversary story.  She simply needed a beer with a friend (or an affirmative blog post), a friend who could not reasonably promise that it would all be okay.  But that friend would sit beside her and say cheers to #weneedacure anyway, because it was the bravest idea they could hang their hope on.

This is the “tell your truth” edition of the Mount Everest story.

Sometimes, that truth hurts.  Tell it anyway.

Advocacy lives in the stories and in the people with the eyes, staring back at us in the mirror.

It is more than enough.

#weneedacure