Just past the Titusville marker I rolled into the parking lot of a diner where I met a woman and her boyfriend. She asked my purpose and when I told her I was walking for diabetes awareness. She gave me a hug and lifted her shirt enough to show me the tube in her abdomen for the insulin pump. After she went back in the diner her botfriend stayed and talked with me of how he tries to help her with her condition. He said even though she wears the pump she still "crashes" often and sometimes despite his efforts to help he has to call for the EMT because she becomes disoriented, fights his attempts to get her stable and goes into diabetic shock. This man really loves his girlfriend and the anguish and fear of loosing her was written all over him
It is keeping me awake this early morning. What can I do except to raise awareness and donations toward cures. With help we can "change the world" for diabetics.
But as I lay here unable to sleep I feel pretty useless.