It almost slipped by me - I can't believe it. It was 3 years ago today that Emma was diagnosed. She was 25 months old! We had spent the day at the zoo after I had been watching symptoms for a few days getting worse - and the lethargy is what really clued us in. That night after dinner, I pulled out an old meter I had used when I was pregnant, strips that were 2 years expired, and poked her finger after she went to bed. The meter read Hi. I didn't even have a manual to know what that meant at the time. About an hour later, I got a reading that I knew wasn't good - 585. I called the Drs office and they were so calm when they called back. I asked if I should take her in or wait until the morning and they very calmly said it would be a good idea to take her in that night. So I did. They red tagged us to the back pretty quickly and started hooking her up to IVs, etc. They transported her to another hospital in an ambulance and I drove to the other hospital at 1am with tears in my eyes about what our future held. 3 years later, we are happy and healthy. We had our best A1C yet last week - 6.7%. We have added Celiac into the mix but we are adjusting. I am thankful every day that I have great treatments for this disease, that she can live a relatively normal life, that she is resilient and rarely fusses when we change her pump site or her CGMS, likes all the gluten-free food that we have given to her, and we have great friends and family who help us out and accomodate our needs and give us support and love. And I found this board. People I've never met that I consider friends. But, she still has diabetes and she will until the day a cure is found. I will continue to advocate for a cure and donate for a cure and hope that she will see one in her lifetime so that we can someday say, "She used to have diabetes"