You\u2019d think by now I\u2019d be used to airports, delays, recycled cabin air, and flimsy airplane snacks. But nothing could have<\/p>\n
prepared me for that flight to Seattle\u2014the one that started like every other business trip and turned into a lesson in boundaries,<\/p>\n
chronic illness, and standing your ground at 30,000 feet. My name\u2019s Elizabeth. I\u2019m a marketing consultant. That means I hop<\/p>\n
between cities helping brands reinvent themselves. From boutique hotels in Charleston to tech startups in San Jose,<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve been everywhere.<\/p>\n
And I love it. Even the chaos of travel. Even the suitcase that\u2019s half-unpacked in my hotel room most nights. Even the TSA lines<\/p>\n
and overpriced neck pillows. But what I don\u2019t love\u2014what I\u2019ll never get used to\u2014is navigating all that while living with type 1<\/p>\n
diabetes. I was diagnosed at twelve. Back then, it felt like my entire world changed overnight. No more spontaneous sleepovers<\/p>\n
without backup insulin. No more skipping meals. No more candy unless it was a medical emergency. The thing is\u2014most people<\/p>\n
don\u2019t see diabetes. It\u2019s invisible until it\u2019s not. Until I\u2019m shaking or sweating or reaching<\/p>\n
for glucose tablets in the middle of a meeting.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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