For more than three years I've posted about our experience living with Type 1 diabetes.
About the incessant highs, the dangerous lows; about the long nights and the early mornings.
And I've come clean about the fear.
Today, I'm just tired-- and more than a little hoarse.
Even so, today is too important a day not to post.
Because the voices of those living with Type 1 diabetes far too often go unheard-- drowned out by the cacophony of misperceptions coming from the media, from those who once had an Aunt or Uncle or Grandfather with Type 2.
From folks who think they know.
Or worse-- don't care to learn.
It's maddening, really.
When so many around you have no clue about something that has such a profound impact on every aspect of your child's life.
Something that could kill him.
So today we're all raising our voices about Type 1 diabetes.
A disease with no cure.
A disease that requires insulin injections or boluses, careful monitoring and emergency preparedness.
Each and every day.
With all my heart, I hope people are listening.