“Samantha is going to change your site this weekend—whether you like it or not—because mommy and I will be on vacation. Wouldn’t you rather she practiced while we’re still here?”
Samantha was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes in 1991 when she was just one year old. Since then, she has worked in the T1D world in several capacities, most recently as development director for JDRF International, and previously chairing JDRF's Outreach Mentoring Program in NYC. She earned a B.S. in Communication from Cornell University and is currently working on a Master of Public Health at Yale University. Outside of school and work, Samantha is an avid world traveler and passionate writer/storyteller. You can follow her adventures with diabetes on her blog, www.HackDiabetes.tumblr.com, or on Twitter and Instagram @SamanthaWillner.
I babysit for a little girl named Bella* with brown, curly hair and an adorably raspy voice two sizes too big for her. She’s four-years-old, stubborn, impetuous, and an absolutely brilliant liar.
I managed to get through security quickly, board the plane without any problems, and take off precisely on time. Everything was going exactly as planned; until, of course, I actually arrived in Turkey.
There’s a Crayola spectrum made just for me. It’s unfair to pick one, when I could have three!
I call you from the airport to say I’m leaving town. You ask, “to where?” and I hold my breath, drowning in the silence…
You let the pain in your chest reach a crescendo until you’re wailing; pillow soaked, eyes swollen, lungs heaving. Your pain is poison coursing through your veins and extraction is the only antidote.
Four days ago, my 90-year-old grandfather passed away. He was a gentleman, war hero, father of two, and grandparent to eight. He’s in a better place now. At least that’s what I’m told.