I Held Hope In My Hands (The one were my daughter raises her hand and says “Let it be me”)

Since Lauren was diagnosed way back in October of 1997, I’ve insisted we do two things consistently: not let diabetes steal our joy in life, and focus on “visualizing hope.” The first one has been a challenge but I’d check off “well played!” so far in our lives. The second? It’s not been easy. Hope in itself is relatively simple. You feel it in your heart. You keep it in your head. You grab onto little snippets and bits and sound bytes and studies and information and you absorb it. But you cannot really “see” or “touch” hope, right? Although … Continue reading I Held Hope In My Hands (The one were my daughter raises her hand and says “Let it be me”)