I was diagnosed at 7. I felt like my life was over. No more cake, candy, or soda. I struggled throughout my teen years and refused to care for myself. Sprite bottles, candy wrappers, and cookie boxes grew rampant while the test strips dwindled. At 13 I had an a1c of 16.6 and the pump was taken from me. After working hard for a year I got it back but returned to my old ways. It took 5 admissions to the hospital with severe DKA and multiple infections, even as a nurse to finally say: “Enough is enough.” I went to a diabetes conference in May of 2015 where I met scores of other type 1s. I no longer felt alone. I knew I could take care of myself and not be judged in the process. With my small structure of family support: mom, grandad, grandmother, and boyfriend, and the grace God has given me to also not have complications other than mild neuropathy, I feel like it’s finally possible. I want there to be a day when this is all a distant memory, but until then, my Dexcom and my omnipod will have to do. I won’t let this beat me. I can’t. My family and my patients depend on it.
What is the weirdest question you’ve been asked about your diabetes, and how did you respond?
If I take a bite of your cookie will I get diabetes from you?
Has anyone told you that you couldn’t do something due to your diabetes, and you proved them wrong?
Yes, I was told nursing school would be nearly impossible due to the strain and stress which would affect my health immensely. The illnesses the patients would have could be contracted because diabetics are also immunocompromised.
So, yea…I’m a nurse.
Would you rather fight one horse sized duck or 100 regular sized ducks?
Give me the horse sized duck!