To selfish or not or U-Turn

I want to be selfish. Really, I do. Not that I am not already, but I think I could brush up on being selfish for real. At least until I don't feel like it anymore.
So, I'm thinking the first step is (and take a seat, this is shocking!) to think of myself for once. Amazing thought, isn't it?
I have not been good to myself. Rather, I have neglected my needs and my wants for several years now. I am a problem-solver, not in the mathematical way (I'm hopeless there, but do well-enough with diabetes related stuff). I solve problems all the time, give feedback all the time when asked, come up with solutions, answers, figure out the why and the how.
Even as a kid, I would make everything right. Why? Because it was expected and because I was like a little hero, coming in to save the day.

I refuse to wear the cape. It doesn't suit me. It's too tight (later post) and I don't like the green. Burgundy or deep orange suite me better. Earth tones too. And flowers. I want it to look like Little-Red Riding Hood's cloak, but my size.

Anyway, forget about the cape. I DON'T WANT IT ANYMORE. (I have to repeat that. Self-sublimination, if such a word exists).

So, where do I start on my selfish journey?
Hmmm......
???????
I have no idea where to start. Maybe it's like writing. You either can or you can't.
This is very symbolic. Me, not being able to find my direction. Ha!
I'll just drive around in the meantime.

Oh, and I also want attitude. Not sure which kind yet, but a good one.

PS - Don't be surprised if I don't write too much about life in the D lane from now on. It's normal. I have made a U-turn. Time to get my life back...

...wherever it is.

Lady Gaga

Whaaaaat?

I know.

Out of nowhere comes an oddly-dressed singer and makes my mind go crazy with Po-po-po-poker face. Can't get the darn song out of my head. Not that you would care ("you" being you out there who may read this blog - I wonder who does anyway?), but thought I'd share.

Anyway, Lady Gaga has been invading my brain with her deep voice and catchy beats. That's the problem. The beats ARE catchy. Like that Kylie Minogue song "Can't get you out of my head" (hope I got the title right). I wake up with Lady Gaga and go to sleep with her. Strictly platonic, I promise.

"Poker Face". Cooking to it is quite fun actually. And I don't like cooking...because I suck at it. Cleaning...well, hate that so much than even Lady Gaga can't help.

So, what's the point of sharing this epitome of useless info??

Well, I have other things on my mind than just Type 1 Diabetes.

Nuff said.

Hope for a Cure

Hope is a word which makes me think twice - I can hope forever or I can choose not to hope, and lose that human ability to dream. That is what hope is, isn't it? To dream. And dreaming makes life so much better, because some dreams do come true, as the old adage says.

My hope, my dream is largely driven by one person - my son with Type 1 Diabetes. I hope for a cure for his disease, as I hope for a cure for all children like him.

And one person is continuously lighting the fire to keep that hope alive - Dr. Denise Faustman.

Please take a look at this incredible website:

http://helpcurechildhooddiabetes.org/Home.html

Keep the hope alive and help make a dream come true.