Nope, this post isn’t about how long my new computer was broken. (Almost two months, until we finally got Dell to send a tech to our home and he replaced the faulty motherboard and had it up and running in about an hour. But who’s counting.) It also isn’t about how long it’s been since my last post. (Which is, of course, due to being without my laptop.) This post is about a small but weird thing that happened during my fourth and most recent trip to JDRF Government Day a couple of weeks ago.
Every year, each advocacy volunteer stands up and gives a short introduction. It takes quite a while because there are hundreds of us in attendance, but I really love it because it helps us connect with each other and it’s inspiring to hear everyone’s stories.
When my turn came around, I stood up and spoke into the microphone. “I’m Karen Graffeo and I’m the Advocacy Team Chair for the Greater New Haven, Connecticut chapter. I was diagnosed with Type 1 in . . . . . “ And suddenly, for a brief second, I felt completely thrown. It seemed like such a very long time since I was diagnosed and I felt the weight of the years crashing over me. I had to take a slight breath before I could continue with “1979.”. It all happened in an instant and I’m sure nobody even noticed. But it really caught me off guard.
1979. For the most part, that doesn’t bother me. It is what it is, and I’ve met many people (and there were many in the room that night) with diagnosis dates much earlier than mine. I’m not sure why it bothered me for that odd moment. Maybe because, if I really let myself stop and think about it, 1979 certainly is a very long time.
Another new experience this year, I discovered The Summerhouse on a solo trek back from Capital Hill. It’s very cool and I can’t believe I’ve overlooked it in past years!