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The world is smaller than we think & hometowns are larger than we ever imagined. D Meet-Up

The summer is over and the first day of Fall (September 22nd) is just around the corner.
This past Summer was filled with travel (both work and play,) and lots of D Meet-Ups! So many, that it was hard to keep track! Yours truly dropped the ball on writing about her last diabetes meetup, and is now "writing" that wrong!

As many of you know, I grew up up small South Jersey beach town where almost everyone knew everyone else, or so I thought. But that's not really the case. There were several grade schools and two high schools. While the island is small, the education options are not. So in real life, not everyone knows one another - but you can be damn sure everyone has at least one mutual friend!

Growing up, I knew one kid in my hometown with diabetes. He was 3 years older and we hung out a bit when we were in grade school, but after that, we lost touch. For the most part, I grew up thinking I was the only D chick in town.

Years later, i'd find out I wasn't.

Cut to present day. I'm well past school age and life has taken me many places. I've met lots of interesting people, and I'm still expanding my horizons so to speak.

My friend Lori A, who married my best friend's brother, and who has became my good friend in her own right, and who lives down the beach in the next town over from where I grew up,( yes, it's confusing) called me one day.

Lori A: Hey Kel, do you know a diabetes blogger named Ophir?
Me: Kind of sounds familiar, why?
Lori A: Well, I had a beach house with this girl named Ophir years ago. We've kept in touch and it turns out, she started blog called "The Conscious Diabetic," and she grew up in Margate.
Me: I know that blog - Your kidding me!
Lori A: No, I'm not. She's our age and she knows who you are because of your blog.
Me: What middle School did she go to?
Lori A: Hebrew Academy, and then I think she went to public high school.
Me: Oh, that's why I don't know her, I went public grade school and then I was forced to go to Catholic High School.

So long story short, Ophir and I became facebook friends and communicated via email.
At the start of a long weekend this past July, and after dropping Lori at her house after a dinner with friends, my phone started ringing the second I got out of my car.

Lori: Kelly, Ophir just stopped over - come on over and meet her.

So I did, and it was fantastical. We hugged one another, found out who our mutual friends were growing up, and shared our diabetes experiences. It was magic!

Ophir is smart, intelligent, and pretty damn awesome! When we finally said our goodbyes it was well after midnight. As I started driving, I kept thinking how great it would have been if we'd met when we were little girls.

A few weeks later, I asked Ophir to write a guest post. She said yes and wrote: "Thriving With Diabetes." It wonderful!

Bottom line, the world is smaller than we think, and hometowns are larger than we ever imagined.

With the advent of the Internet, Dblogville, & a friend named Lori A, two home girls with broken pancreases finally got to meet and become friends, years after growing up in the same small town.


Two hometown Diazons finally meet!
Photo courtesy of my iPhone

Dear Lady Sitting In The Magnolia Bakery

Actual Aerial Footage of Kelly's Cupcake


Dear Lady sitting in the Magnolia Bakery:

You kept looking at me and I wasn't sure why.

I was waiting in line with my friends in cupcake anticipation and wondered why you kept staring at me.

I thought it might be because I laugh way to loud- you know, from my belly. Or maybe you thought I was being to silly for swooning over my cupcake like a giddy little schoolgirl, which of course I was!

My friends and I were laughing and recovering after three days of wedding activities.

Nica (the bride) was still glowing from her wedding the night before.

We were a chatty, happy and tired group,looking forward to our cupcakey goodness and final moments with friends, both old and new.

My weekend had been truly bolus worthy, on every level. A whirlwind of wedding activities, and a flurry of meeting all types of wonderfully interesting folk.

I’d had lunch with a D Blogger Shero on Friday (a post and pic on that VERY soon) and had experienced diabetes moments of bonding with other guests of the happy couple, but I digress.

The line to pay was long and I was DYING for just one bite of the sprinkled frosting- it was torturous to hold my cupcake topped plate and act like an adult. Cupcakes me happy and I want the world to know it!

There you sat, a party of 1, at a table for 2-with a plate full of crumbs and folded up Metro Section of the New York Times.

I caught you staring at my pump, YET AGAIN.

I thought maybe you were going to reprimand me, tell me that I shouldn’t indulge if I wanted to be healthy. Maybe you’d say “NO DIABETICS ALLOWED,”unless they behaved.

I looked away and then looked at you again, and you were still staring. Then you smiled and said: I’m leaving, take the table and enjoy your cupcake.

Me: Thanks, but we need a bigger table.

You glanced at my pump one last time and got up.

You grabbed your handbag and Times & turned to leave, but just before you walked out the door you turned, looked straight in my eyes, and flashed me your insulin pump and a smile.

You were gone before I could say anything and my friends (who had missed the whole lightening quick exchange because they’d been debating between Vanilla Banana pudding Vs cupcakes) and had missed it all.

I could have run out and tried to catch-up, but I still hadn't paid for my cupcake.

I smiled and said nothing. It had happened in a matter of seconds, in a crowded Cupcake bakery of all places.

It was unspoken moment of D-bonding at the Magnolia Bakery on 69th and Columbus, in the city that never sleeps.

Another beautiful moment in a weekend of many.

Thank you for sharing, without even uttering the the "D WORD."

Kelly K