On Thursday evening, Jon and I attended JDRFs annual Spring for a Cure gala at Metropolitan Pavilion. The highlights: lemon basil margaritas, scallop ceviche, eileen's cheesecakes and a thousand people at $100 each raising money for Juvenile Diabetes.
We were actually excited for a night out this year. The first time we went to SFAC Sammy's diagnosis was still kind of raw. There was an exhibit at the event made of insulin bottles that still makes me wince when I think about it. If it wasn't our first night out it was the second or third at most and we called every hour.
A few months later we got our first team together for the Walk to Cure Diabetes. When I got out of the subway at Battery Park and saw thousands of people with their team shirts on I immediately started crying. I remember saying, "Oh my God. All these kids... all these families have diabetes."
On the days between the Walk and Spring for a Cure, I am not overly focused on these other families. Sam is the only kid in his school with diabetes so it's not that common for us to talk to other parents in this unique language. When we do encounter another family there is often an immediate connection. Jon says it's akin to the big blue whales that travel the oceans alone until suddenly they find one of their kind.
