I was diagnosed in March of 2000, 5 days before my third birthday. I ended up coming home the 15th, and turned 3 on the 17th. My younger brother was born on the 20th. In early February, 12 years later, he was also diagnosed with type one diabetes. I don’t really know if it’s popular for 2/3 kids in one family to be diagnosed with type one diabetes, or if it just makes us that much more special. Him getting diagnosed was actually a blessing and a curse. Until then, I wouldn’t take care of myself for anything, I was the example of what my brother should not do. The memory of that day will be with me forever. I remember him laying in bed sad all day. I also remember telling him to get over himself, he’s stronger than type one diabetes, just like I am. I told him that I was going to be a better role model for him. And that whenever he gets sad or starts thinking about it too much, I will always be there for him, and that he’s a lucky one, because I’ve been through everything he’s experiencing, unlike a lot of people who don’t have that.
August 14, 2017 • Diagnosed in 2000 • Current Age: 19