Diabetes is like a roller coaster. It has its ups and downs, but its your choice to scream or enjoy the ride. I live by this quote everyday. As a little girl I would be playing outside, then I would feel shaky and my grandmother would tell me to eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I was going to a summer camp and I went to the hospital to have a physical and have blood taken and they confirmed that I was a diabetic. I went to the camp and by the third day I was going to the bathroom a lot, drinking water a lot, my mouth was always dry, and I felt very tired. The week came to an end and I went home and became more sick. My family thought that I was coming down with the flu. I spent 3 days at home and the second week of camp was coming and I wanted to go. Monday morning came and my brother and I where getting ready to leave and at this point I had no color in me, my mouth was so dry I had white stuff caking on my tongue, I was so thin and frail. My grandfather took me the ER instead and they started putting IV’s in me, and getting me ready to go into an ambulance, as we waited for my grandmother to get to the ER they loaded me into the ambulance, and I heard them say that I was very lucky. I was admitted to Children’s Hospital in Pittsburgh PA, on August 7th 2004. I stayed in the hospital with my grandmother for 6 days and got my diabetes under control. I learned all the signs and symptoms, what I would have to do at school, how to give myself my own shots, what I could and couldn’t eat anymore. I was let out of the hospital on August 12th 2004 which was my 10th birthday. I am now 21 years old and I still to this day struggle with my diabetes. If I lose hope and I get down I just think to myself if I let my diabetes win then I lose my fight.
August 10, 2016 • Diagnosed in 2004 • Current Age: 21