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We are GO!

For some unknown reason all of my post-college jobs (read: real person jobs) have required a medical certificate. At my last job, as you probably recall, I pushed through the paperwork of an FAA Class 3 medical. And by "pushed through" I really mean, trudged through bureaucratic molasses. At times it was downright disheartening. Thankfully I had an amazing support group, a "military" family that encouraged and fought for me. Oh yeah, and flying on million dollar military aircraft was a pretty sweet reward!

In an unrelated turn of events I took my dream job with NASA and moved to Houston. All the while I dreaded coming face-to-face with another medical certificate. Throughout the interview and in-processing I made it known that "I have Type 1 Diabetes! Be aware!" I just didn't want this cross country move and dream job to turn into a big mistake. My mentors and management assured me it would work out, and I trusted them. Getting a NASA Flight Controller exam was just one of the many "boxes to check" in becoming certified.

I mentioned my initial exam here, and patiently waited for all of the information I gave to be presented to the "Medical Board", dun dun dun. I am thrilled to report that I am GO for Flight Controller duties (at least medically speaking)!! Last week the board granted me a waiver, Type 1 Diabetes and all. Maybe I impressed them with all of my medical devices and associated sensors, real-time telemetry and trend analysis, technical knowledge and years of Diabetes experience, but that's neither here nor there ;-)

With a humble heart and overjoyed little kindergarten-April jumping up and down inside of me, I am so so happy that we have another Type 1 win under our belt. "Going where no Type 1 Diabetic has gone before" has a new meaning today, it means piloting a multi-billion dollar space station!

My cockpit. Can you spot the Dexcom and cheerios? 

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