As I was tweeting with Mike earlier about the difficulties he and I were having with this prompt, I was blank. I was so, so blind to the fact that I have been having an amazing conversation for the last twenty-four or so hours with friends, new and old, on Twitter. The thing about Twitter conversations is that there are so many that are so full of goodness, I often find myself lost in the ideas and not present in the conversation that builds these ideas.

I cannot recapture all of the conversation from last night with Jamie, Larry, Tom and Carrie Lynn, because there were too many ideas, too many tweets, and too long of an amazing discussion of an eruption of tweets, rapid-fire, between two countries–one state and two provinces, Twitter, the facilitator hepling to make our big, big world just a bit smaller. It spawned from my mention of trying to get myself to Toronto in August . . . and then the volcano erupted.

Chronic Roadtrip was born.  A journey being discovered, a plan being determined, a purpose being ignited. A spark we want to spread into a flame of empowerment for people with chronic diseases, like Jamie, Larry, Tom, Carrie Lynn and I.  Except they [ahem: Tom] are going to steal my pancreas as mine is kickass [read: I don’t have diabetes], whereas I’m going to cough while their pumps and meters beep, and Larry’s guide dog Keeta barks.  It’s gonna be an epic chorus in our adventure, wherever it goes.

There is very little solidly determined to formulate a road map, and very little I can say, especially at this point in the journey.

If we are even to make it happen it may involve August, an RV and plenty of adventure with a purpose: education and empowerment.

Ready, set, go, go, go!