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My name is Conner and I am 2 years old. I don't know how to write yet so my mom is telling my story for me. I live in Las Vegas, Nevada with my mom and dad, my sisters Emily and Nicole, and my baby brother Trevor. I hear the words 'diabetes', 'shot', 'poke', and 'carba something' around my house a lot now and I'm not sure exactly what it all means, but I know it has to do with me.

I became very sick right before Christmas last year (2002) and my mom and dad were very worried about me. They took me to the doctor. That is when my family was told that I had Type 1 Juvenile diabetes. It was one month before I turned two. The doctor knew right away what was wrong but didn't tell my mom until he knew for sure with a blood test. That was my first finger poke. The doctor then told my mom that I had diabetes and I would need to go to the emergency room of the children's hospital downtown. He had already sent for an ambulance to take me and my mom there.

I don't remember much then because I was so tired and not feeling well. Once I was in the hospital for a few days, the doctors started telling my mom and dad how to take care of me. I got lots of pokes and I didn't like it one bit. But, I was happy to be feeling better. The only good thing about being in the hospital before Christmas was that I got to visit with Santa Claus and lots of people visited, bringing gifts and singing Christmas carols. I even got a visit from some pilots who fly airplanes. They took my picture with them and asked if they could put it in their newsletter that goes to lots of other pilots. After a week in the hospital my family was very excited to have me come home. I came home just in time for Christmas.

Now it seems like a long time ago that I was sick. I',m used to the finger pokes and I don't give my mom a hard time but I still hate those needles. I run from my mom every time I see a needle, but after a few rounds around the house I finally let her give me the shot. When my mom asks me where I want to have the shot, I always say my arm. I guess it hurts less there. I cry a little bit but my mom always gives me a big hug and kiss and then lets me pick out my favorite cereal for breakfast.

My sisters wish I didn't have diabetes and they pray every night that I'll be ok and that someday the doctors will find a cure for me. I know my mom and dad pray for me too. I used to hear my mom crying after I'd gone to sleep but she doesn't cry as much anymore. I think everything is going to be ok. You can email my mom at SherleneW[@]


Published June 23, 2003

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