Alex celebrated her 10th birthday yesterday. Thank God for insulin because I doubt she'd be here otherwise, seeing as how she's fast approaching the 3 year mark. But the night before her birthday, she came into the bedroom, wrapped up only in a towel after her shower, absolutely in tears. "Mom, have they found a cure for me yet? Its not fair that I'm the only one in our family who has to stick needles in myself all day long. No one else has to do this, not you, not dad, not Mike... If they're not going to have a cure for me by the time I'm 50, I might as well just kill myself now." I did the normal stuff any parent would do, and assured her that they are working hard to find a cure for her. "Soon, baby, soon." Thankfully, she didn't push it further and ask when "soon" was -- cause truly I have no answer to that. I don't like lying to my daughter, and only wish I didn't have to. Alex is right, it's so not fair. We really, really need a cure.