

“Hi, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too!”


“Do you mind if I ask … what is that plastic thing on your arm?”

“No, you can ask.  I wear an insulin pump.  That’s the spot where the pump connects to my body.  I was diagnosed with diabetes when I was seven.”

Slow nod.

Someone runs through the kitchen to grab a hot dog.

“Oh!  I thought it was a port, like the port for a blow up doll or something.”

A long pause.  A very long pause.

“I’ve had diabetes for like 30 something years.  And I can confidently say that I’ve never had anyone ask me … ask me that.”

A first.