Mitzi

Mitzi

Tell us a story about how diabetes has affected you.
Almost six years ago, I was ending second grade. I was eight years old. It was the Sunday before the last week of school, and I was so excited. It was almost summer! I went to sleep dreaming of the next day, and how it would lead to my freedom. I woke up at around 2:00 am, and I was wide a wake as I opened my eyes. I was sweating, shaking at an extreme measure, and I was clammy and having trouble breathing. I tried screaming for my parents, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t speak. My lips were moving, but no sound would come out. I tried sitting up, moving around, but I couldn’t. My arms and legs sat limp under my sheets, while my head was like a block of iron, too heavy to move. It was like I was completely paralyzed. Eventually, I managed to roll myself out of my bed. I made a very loud *thump* and my father heard and ran into my room. He found me, cold, clammy, and shaking on the floor, silent tears rolling down my face. He picked me up, put me on my bed. He ran into his and my mother’s room and told her he was taking me to the emergency room. He picked me up gently, put me in the car, and we drove to the nearest emergency room. By now I was slowly becoming unconscious. We got there, stopped the car, and my father picked me up and brought me inside. The doctor standing in the lobby screamed for an ambulance. He took me from my father. Then everything went black. The next thing I remember, I wake up in a white room with white sheets and a white glow, and see a room nurse standing over me, pricking my finger. I remember my father telling me I had Diabetes, and I remember asking, “is it contagious?” I was told I was in a coma for a day. When I went home that day, I was happy, oblivious to what the next six years would bring. To this day, I fully understand what Type One Diabetes is, and I try to handle it with care. I believe the only disability in life is a bad attitude, so I try not to have one. Thank you for reading.

—–Mitzi <3

How has diabetes contributed to forming you into the person you are today? Mentally, physically, or emotionally?
I am very sarcastic, creative, and I like to be involved in lots of things. I also try to be positive most of the time. The glass is half full.


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