In the spring of 2001 I went to work for WebMD and one of the message board communities I was responsible for was the diabetes community. At the time, I knew very little about diabetes. I knew the basic definition of the condition. I knew my grandmother had diabetes and managed it by saying "I'm not supposed to have this" as she dug into the macaroni & cheese or the potatoes and gravy for the second helping. I'd seen Steele Magnolias many, many times.

Oops, that title was misleading and I'm sorry, but that's what this post is about so I'm sticking with the title. I did not have my first seizure. I did not witness my first seizure. But, within 10 minutes of becoming a caregiver for my mother in law and sister in law (forgive me for using such traditional labels for my non traditional family), I was dealing with my first seizure.

You might remember some posts I wrote last summer about moving from Florida to Illinois? There was a post about trying to find the perfect house - the house that would allow me to deceive myself into believing one or both of my big kids would move to Illinois to live with us.

This week I had the great opportunity to talk with author Mary Ellen Geist.  Several years ago Mary Ellen was described by the New York Times as the:

I've been thinking all week about what I wanted to write to you in this--my first post as a contributing editor on midlife issues at Blogher. Oh, I've got a boatload of topics I'm dying to get your opinions on.