Hi, my name is Abby. I was diagnosed on December 27, 2012. I was eight years old, and now I am nine. I just got on the pump three months ago. I wanted to write this to help me feel better, and to hopefully let other kids know that maybe someone else is feeling the same way that they do.
My story began when I went to the doctor's office because I lost a lot of weight. I was always thirsty, and used the bathroom a lot. The doctor pulled my mom out of the room and said, "We found sugar in the urine test. You need to go to the hospital to get blood taken." When my mom and I got home, we packed snacks and went in the car to the hospital. I was nervous because I didn't know what my mom was doing. My mom didn't say much because she didn't want to scare me.
When we got to the hospital, they took us right in to the emergency room. They took lots of blood, and gave me two bags of liquid because I was dehydrated. My mom spoke to many doctors. I was very scared and didn't know what was going on. When the doctor came in, he said that I had diabetes, and that I would be spending a few days in the hospital. A lady named Brooke came down to talk to me about staying on the children's floor. There was a playroom with lots of activities to do up there.
Since it was around Christmas, she gave me a few gifts to help me feel better. I cried a whole tissue box because I thought that the word "diabetes" meant that I was going to die. Everyone made sure that I knew that it was nothing that I did to bring it on. I thought that it was my fault.
After a few hours, we were put in to our own room on the eleventh floor. I was so excited to be on this floor because it was the children's floor. After being checked by the nurses, I went for a walk with my mom to check it out. The next day, I had so many visitors. It was like Christmas all over again (but not really.) It really stunk spending my vacation in the hospital. But I had a lot of support from my family and friends. Even the monsignor from my school came in to see me.
I was welcomed home four days later by my sisters with a big sign on the door. I was glad to be at home and I finally had the chance to play with some of my Christmas toys, and just take a nap.
I had to adjust to my new life on insulin. I had many days where I would just ask, “Why me?” I remember every moment like it was yesterday. There are many emotions that I go through. Sometimes I feel like I can do this, sometimes I am sad, and sometimes I am angry. But one thing that I know is that I have so much support from everyone around me. I also know that it is okay to feel these things from time to time.
Sometimes I feel like people don't understand. They may say things because they are thinking they are trying to help me, but I don't think they can really understand unless they go through it.
It has only been six months, and I am becoming better and better at learning about the disease and my body. I am a pro on the pump (I trained my school nurse). I haven't quite gotten past being embarrassed yet, but I will someday. I know that I will do something good with this crummy thing that happened to me. I am not going to allow diabetes to run my life. I can still do all of the things that I love like Irish Step Dancing and playing with my friends.
I would love to hear from you, my mom's email is .
Published July 3, 2013
Last Updated: Wednesday July 03, 2013 14:37:58
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