It hit me like a ton of bricks

On Tuesday, business took me to Shrewsbury, MA, so I decided to tack an hour onto my trip and swing by camp. Clara Barton Camp, to be precise (yes, we Barton girls are everywhere. And damn proud of it.) Last January, Barton wrapped up a multi-year capital campaign, which resulted in the construction of a brand new conference center/year-round program building/medical center. Pretty awesome, to say the least.

Some of the capital campaign money was raised through the sale of bricks and granite benches. As part of the campaign committee, I enthusiastically endorsed the brick idea. Who wouldn't want to leave their mark, permanently, on the Barton landscape? Many alumni, parents, and friends of camp agreed, and there is now a beautiful brick walkway leading to the schwanky new building.

I spent a few moments reading bricks during my visit. Some made me pine for camp friends I haven't thought of in years. Many made me smile. One made me laugh out loud ("Hey You! Get off my brick!") and one stopped me in my tracks.

"Congratulations to those who master diabetes while looking forward to CONQUERING it." -Donna Younger, M.D.

Isn't that what it's all about? Master it, control it, be it's boss, take charge... all while anticipating a cure. Not hoping, wishing, or waiting; but looking forward to the day when balance is restored to our bodies.

Way to go Dr. Younger. I haven't been your patient in almost 10 years, but you still amaze me.