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The Math:

644 days
+
47 technical classes
+
39 oral examinations
+
36 "mini" simulations
+
5 backroom simulations
+
12 front room simulations
+
1 certification qualification simulation
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1 flight controller final simulation

=

A CERTIFIED ADCO OPERATOR!!!!!



Thank you all so much for the kind words and encouragement throughout this process. Two years ago I casually mentioned to Chris that I had applied for a few NASA flight controller positions, but, "I doubt anything will come of it." Famous last words. 

Chris had decided long before I did that applying to those positions meant we should just go ahead and reserve the moving truck. Throughout this entire process no one has been more encouraging, loving, caring, or compassionate than Chris. It amazes me everyday how much joy he finds in supporting my dreams, and believes in me even when I have trouble believing in myself. 
I'm a lucky girl. 

I'm also thankful for the incredible support from the Diabetes Online Community. By sharing my story, including successes and struggles, I have been connected to so many families that have shifted worry into hope for their T1 children. Together we can chip away at the stigma and limitations T1 inherently presents. 

And for all of you faithful readers, friends and family, of course I am constantly overwhelmed by your ability to keep me humble and support my (sometimes far-out) dreams. 

I may not be quite to my goal of being the first Diabetic in Space, but I feel absolutely over the moon about piloting the International Space Station!!!


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  1. Could not be more proud if you were my own flesh and blood, Congrats - Dave...

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  2. What and incredible achievement! I'm so proud of all the hard work you put into getting where you are. Well done!

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