Yesterday, it was announced that Conor Daly, racecar driver and son of former Fomula One and Champ Car driver Derek Daly, will be driving full time with Dale Coyne Racing for the 2016 Verizon Indycar Series season. Ok, so why am I writing about this on our Diabetes Blog? Conor Daly will be the second Indycar driver to represent us People with Diabetes. Who is the first? Charlie Kimball of Novo Nordisk Chip Ganassi Racing. I am beyond excited!
Conor has been driving in some form since he was 10 years old. He’s been around Indycar driving all his life since he’s dad was in racing. He’s driven in racing series all over the globe including Formula Mazda, GP2, GP3, Formula One (as a test driver for Sahara Force India,), Indy Lights, and now a full-time ride at Indycar. You may also have seen him in well known races as the 24 hours of Daytona and the Indianapolis 500.
“This is truly the most meaningful announcement of my career,” said Conor Daly. “After experiencing what I have in my career, especially the last three years, it is an incredible honor and opportunity to work with Dale Coyne Racing for a full season. To be able to go head to head and take the fight to other drivers every weekend is very exciting. I cannot thank Jonathan Byrd’s Hospitality & Restaurant Group and all of Jonathan Byrd’s Racing’s partners enough for their effort in putting this program together. I am ready to get to work and try my best to outwork everyone else in the field every weekend to get results for this team.”
What does that say to me? It says that we have an exciting and competitive year of Indycar racing ahead of us. Conor Daly was diagnosed with Type One Diabetes in 2007 when he was 15 years old. (Eerie tidbit, Charlie Kimball was also diagnosed in 2007.) Back to Conor: If you look at his driving accomplishments, you will find that his biggest accomplishments were made post diagnosis, so take that Diabetes!
I cannot wait to see him in action this year. I also cannot wait to buy myself a Conor Daly/Dale Coyne T-shirt to get my selfie on in. Much like my Charlie Kimball selfies!
To read more on Conor Daly, go to his website at http://www.conordaly.net and follow him at on Twitter at @conordaly22 .
Ideas have been floating in my mind about how I was going to start this week’s series of blogs. This is my first Diabetes Blog Week, and honestly, I’m a little nervous. How am I going to knock it out of the park?
I thought about listing all the things I have been able to do since I was diagnosed. I thought about the fact that after I got home from a week long stay at the hospital, my muscles had weakend and I couldn’t even get up the stairs without crying. And how with determination, I am now able to run up and down those stairs daily. I thought about talking about my first time eating out at a restaurant with my husband and diabetes and how his encouragement of not being ashamed to check my blood sugars in public and take my insulin in public has given me the strength to be able to do so many other things with him, our girls, and diabetes. I thought about all the places we have travelled to since then and the people with diabetes I’ve met along the way. I thought about talking about my JDRF walk team #teamcuttheBS and how much we’ve raised together and how proud I am of the work we’ve done.
Today’s post is meant to talk about something that I am proud of accomplishing. And as proud as I am of all these things, nothing beats the text, email, or private message from one of my friends online who has been struggling with the notion of even checking his/her blood sugars. When I get that message from someone after they see a post of my meter that reads 238mg/dl asking me how I responded or the message that says, “I checked mine today too!” Or “I found my meter, I can start checking again.” Or the beer someone bought me because she was no longer “pre-diabetic.” I’d say those are the accomplishments I find most dear.
Why? Because until I sat in a room where everyone else checked their blood sugars, every time I checked my blood sugar, I felt alone. I find it impossible that I am the only person to feel this way. Why did I feel alone? No one else had to do it, no one else really had to react at the number that comes up (unless it’s super low and I’m passed out on the floor,) and no one else around feels the guilt I do when the number is “out of range” high or low. Loneliness sucks and I wish it on no one.
If I can help someone to find the strength in themselves, to get out that effing meter, prick themselves and brave whatever number flashes on that screen, then I have it it me to do anything.