On Wednesday, February 18, I was planning on having a normal packed full day. We went over the schedule on Tuesday night because there was a lot on the calendar that needed to be covered with carpool, rehearsal, tennis, tutoring, and Emi’s opening night of Hadestown! I got up, showered & dressed in a super cute outfit with high wasted blue corduroy pants and a green sweater. I don’t even remember if I saw Emi’s outfit cause I was in the shower when she left for school. All the kids got to school, probably not on time, but we try our best. My daughters call this style of pants I was wearing “standing pants” because they look GREAT when I am standing, but sitting they are uncomfortably tight on the belly. (You know what I mean). All morning I was minding my business waiting for my lunch appointment. I was actually sitting at my desk working on the IdahoPTA website & software launch we are releasing on Monday. It is very exciting work and I am so hopeful it will help many volunteers organize and operate all over the state of Idaho in our classrooms, in our schools, and in our communities. I got distracted and focused on my work that I was running a little late for my lunch!

At 11:30 I jumped up and started preparing to head out to my lunch date. I was getting City Bagels with a friend and my friend’s sister whom happens to be a newly diagnosed T1D mom of a 16 year old. I have made a promise to always help T1D moms! Post diagnosis is a very lonely place and I have walked that valley of death before and I can help support and lift others now. As I was getting ready to leave the house I thought, “umff - my belly kind of hurts, I better change into more comfortable pants. My outfit IS SUPER CUTE but I won’t actually be standing that long and these pants have been pushing on my belly all morning while working on my computer. It kind of aches.” So I quickly changed into my baggy comfy jeans and headed out. I arrived 9 minutes late. They were waiting for me and we hugged and held each other like best friends. I didn’t even catch her name. We ordered our bagels and jumped right into our very different but very similar T1D journeys. I felt a little off - I only took one bite of food. I even remember saying at one point, “talking about these memories is giving me a belly ache.” Which was strange. These memories NEVER give me a belly ache and I can usually talk for days! It has been about an hour and excused myself to go to the bathroom. I really hoped I would have explosive diarrhea and then I would feel better. But nothing. I just sat there. Nothing. I texted Garth “I don’t feel well.”