This post was supposed to go up during American Diabetes Month - like, two days ago.

But it's worth posting, even a little late.

"No (wo)man is an island..."

Ain't that the truth?

Every time I read a post about a scary low, or a child running from a parent with a needle or a pump set.  Every time I read a post about being exhausted by the stress of the constant battle that is diabetes, or a morning shower had in tears because it's just been "one of those nights." 

Every time I cry or laugh with someone who lives on the other side of the country, or the other side of the world. 

Every single time.  My heart swells. 

Just knowing that any time of day, I can pour my heart out and someone will be there to catch it.  To understand.

I am filled with gratitude.

I am surrounded by the bittersweet realization that I am not alone.  That there are so many others out there experiencing the same difficulties and triumphs. 

It is like another medication - one that nourishes, that heals my spirit. 

That is as important as the insulin that keeps me alive. 

Today, I thank you.

I thank you all for being a part of this community. 

I thank you for the gift of kinship.