Happy New Year

Now that 2015 has begun, let’s take a quick trip down memory lane. Still hard to believe I will have been in California for a full year on the 4th. This time last year I was on the road with two cats and a ring. Look at us now!

In January, I arrived in California. And she said Yes.

I read Kerri’s book in February. It’s quite good. (And I’m in it, too!)

I updated the look of the blog, again, in March. I’m going for professional, yet fun. I think I’ve pulled it off moderately well.

I addressed the great divide that exists within the diabetes community, and is sometimes exacerbated by My Diabetes Secret.

In May, finally, I began the search for a new endocrinologist. Finding someone who would work with me in my pursuit to getting on an insulin pump was key. I think I chose wisely.

June was quite busy. We bought an aquarium. My blog received HONCode certification. And the diabetes community presented at Scientific Sessions.

Stuart Scott’s ESPY speech feels like an appropriate thing to reshare in light of his untimely passing.

I joined the Walking Gallery. And went camping.

Stanford Medicine X happened again, this time with me on the Advisory Board. That was fun.

I started pumping insulin for the first time, ever. And I took my CGM to the Cloud. Technology!

The diabetes community crashed the FDA, which despite how that may sound, is quite awesome.

And I started a collaboration with the folks at Symplur, because data is beautiful.

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More On That Keeping Calm Bit

Last week I decided to play off of the ‘Keep Calm’ posters/shirts/whatevers that have been passing in and out of consciousness – mostly because I couldn’t think of anything else to title a post. Most often that’s the most difficult part of getting one of these things published. And if you’re paying attention, there’s a good chance the title has absolutely nothing to do with the content. Which makes total sense from an SEO and web content perspective. Not like that’s my job or anything. Oh…wait a second.

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