Every year, the date has kind of weighed on me. I'd replay things in my mind and think about all the ways our lives have been changed due to this disease. This year? Other than a vague feeling that I was forgetting to do something all day, the day came and went without any fanfare.
Five years of finger pokes, carb counting, and sleepless nights. That's a lot, yet just a drop in the bucket compared to the many years Rosie has ahead of her. A cure can't come soon enough.
