The order is in to Price Chopper for the raffle tickets. It will take about six weeks for them. Kayla managed to get a donation from Mrs. Peck at her school.
Friday, I spoke with the managers from Subway and A plus Sunoco, I was given the, 'We will be in touch if we want to donate,' brush off. That makes me so sad. I think it was the fact that I was wearing a home made team shirt. It does look rather amateur which looks suspicious. What they don't realize is that I do not have a JDRF issued shirt in my size and had to make due. So from now on I will wear my regular clothes. That way if I get the brush off it will be for some other reason. Naturally they presumably "kept" the paperwork I gave them. They don't realize that we pay for the supplies to make that paperwork out of our own pockets. Our pockets are terribly shallow. I could have used those papers for better prospects.
It felt like a rather depressing, somewhat fruitless day so I went to the credit union trying to accomplish something. I tried to open a separate account for the donation money coming in and was told after a lengthy wait that I would have to file paperwork with the IRS first. Why does doing something good have to be so annoyingly complicated? I can't even send out an ad to accept donations via Facebook until we receive 25 likes. To date, we have three. People want to LIKE stuff like their favorite soft drink more than they will consider liking something like saving lives? Pressing that button costs the same either way.
Wednesday we go back yet again to the Joslin Diabetes Center in Syracuse for a 6 month check up. Hopefully Dr. Sills can suggest something to help Devin with his neuropathy pain and his insomnia. His sugars are still far too high. No wonder he has started having complications at this young age. Richard reminded me that the expected life span of a type 1 is maybe 35 years. I cried a good long time, where nobody can see ofcourse. I don't want my son to die so young. I don't want him to become blind. I don't want him to lose his legs. I want him to live a fulfilling , long, happy life... God we need the cure! Tears can't cure him! If they could I'd have cried enough to cure all type 1 diabetics by now.
Only money plus dedication plus time can cure him. I pray Devin has enough time to receive the cure. I pray that people care enough to give what they can to get it to him in time.