Who let me practice the fine art of injection on each of their arms almost 20 years ago?
Who weighed my cornflakes and fried up Egg Beaters for me every morning during my middle school years?
Who came running into my room with cookies and Coke when I was low in the middle of the night?
Who drove me to Nemours Children’s Clinic and back several times a year, just so I could get the best diabetes care in Northeast Florida?
Who fought with insurance companies on my behalf, even years after my diagnosis?
Who let me drive their 1992 Plymouth Colt to high school?
Who gave me the freedom to figure out how to take care of myself?
Who paid for two awesome summer sessions at FCCYD?
Who gave me hell when I came home from college for an endocrinologist appointment and forgot my health insurance card — again?
Who gave me my own personal diabetes supply drawer in the kitchen?
Who always has cold beer and a bowl of Reduced Fat Cape Cod potato chips waiting when I come to visit?
Who reads my blog every day?
Who’s perfected the art of asking about my well-being without being overbearing?
Who takes care of my barky little dog when I go out of town?
Who kept up with my insulin, test strip and syringe supplies for years?
Who let me dye my hair blue when I was 16?
Who never used my diabetes as a reason to not let me do something I wanted to (except get my nose pierced)?
Who’s celebrating their 37th wedding anniversary today?
My parents, that’s who!
Obviously, they’re wonderful. And not only have they been great parents to my sister and me, they’ve been great companions to each other, too.
Happy day, Mom and Dad!