“In 1962, I was only an eleven-year-old girl in a small town who could not understand why my parents, the doctors, and the nurses kept wasting their time in trying to explain to me what I’d somehow understood about Type I in the waking. That my sentence was “life,” and a life that would now be different from all the rest. The rest being the apparently robust children with whom I’d been growing and thriving.”

This is just a small sampling of what you’ll find at the blog I started a short time ago, Diabetes: A Life Sentence? I’ve been dealing with the burden of being a Type I diabetic for more than fifty years. It’s always been a part of who I am and I finally felt the need (and found just a little bit of time) to share some of my experiences with the world to let others know they are not alone. Together, we can continue this fight with the hope that this dreadful disease will one day be cured. For more, please visit

As for that precious time I mentioned previously, I hope to sometime soon start a travel blog as well. Stay tuned.