Welcome to my JDRF Walk to Cure Diabetes personal fundraising page!
In February, 2005, three months after my 21st birthday I was diagnosed with Type1 diabetes. This is a day that will forever be engraved in my memory. Let me explain why.....
One February morning I woke up feeling very sick. I couldn't hold anything down; I was very thirsty and had to use the bathroom every 15 minutes. I really didn't think too much of it because I thought I had some kind of stomach bug or the flu. I had never heard of diabetes, so the thought of that had never crossed my mind.
Around noon, I started having difficulty breathing. At that point, I thought to myself, "OK, now its time to see a doctor. The only problem was.... I had no insurance because I had just come off of my parents insurance. My brother, who was visiting and my boyfriend got me into the car and drove me to the nearest urgent care. When I got there they turned me away because I didn't have health insurance and they told me I was probably just pregnant. So, they got me back in the car and we proceeded to go home.
On our way home my breathing started getting worse. I remember looking at my boyfriend and just saying, "I'm going to die, I need a doctor now!" He immediately sped up and got me to the ER at our local hospital. I will forever be grateful for his lead foot because just as they got me into the hospital, I collapsed on the floor and had stopped breathing. The events that occurred after that are unclear to me but, my brother and boyfriend both tell me that the doctors assumed I was on drugs. Needless to say....I was not.
After a week of being in the hospital, it was time to be discharged. I thought this would be a happy time, but I was sadly mistaken. I was bombarded with all kinds of information and told I would have to give myself needles for the rest of my life. At this point I flipped out. I didn't understand what was going on. I was by myself with nurses, doctors and social workers, feeling very overwhelmed. They kept using big words and telling me all these things that were going to happen or that would happen. Things like body parts being amputated, low blood sugars causing death and seizures. It seemed like the list just went on and on.
For the next few years, I battled with depression and acted out. I couldn't understand why all of this was happening to me. No one in my family has it so, why would I get it? Did God hate me? Did I do something to deserve this? Why, why, why? It just didn't seem fair. Eventually, I got out of the funk and realized I was still living for a reason. Especially since all my doctors told me that I should have died that day. I didn't know the reason but, there had to be one.
I believe that helping to find a cure and get the word out is my reason. So, please join me in my efforts to find a cure. Don't let this happen to a friend or loved one. Please help me by donating to my cause.