When I was ten years old, I was constantly getting sick. One night (Nov 19, 2006) I woke up in the middle of the night unable to breathe. I went to my mom, and she noticed that I was practically skin and bones. My shoulder bones were poking out and my spine was visible all down my back. My dad rushed me to the emergency room right away. I was in and out of consciousness the rest of that night. I remember being incredibly thirsty when I was awake. There were tons of tubes and wires attached to me and a lot of scary words being thrown around by the doctors. That’s the first time I saw my dad cry. I spent four days in the ICU and another five in pediatric before I was released. I spent that Thanksgiving in the hospital being told that part of my body wouldn’t work for the rest of my life and I’d have to stab myself several times a day every single day. Now, ten years later, I’m doing volunteer work, being a productive part of my community, and helping my little sister manage her Type 1 Diabetes as well.
April 6, 2017 • Diagnosed in 2006 • Current Age: 20