Welcome to my personal JDRF Walk to Cure Diabetes page!
I was diagnosed with Type-1 Diabetes at age 3. I am now 9, and in 3rd grade. It has been 6 years of hard twists and turns, and stops and gos. When my numbers are good, it is not that hard. But, when my numbers are not good, it stops me from doing what I want to do and what I want to eat. I try hard to not eat foods that spike me, but sometimes, I just want to be like the other kids.
Type 1 diabetes is a disease where a person's pancreas stops producing insulin - a hormone needed to use the energy from my food. I know that without insulin, I get very very sick and there is NO cure.
I am asking for you to support me by donating and supporting me on this walk. Maybe you would like to walk with me too! I know many people know of diabetes but don't know what is it like to live with it every day, especially being a kid.
Last year, when I was in 2nd grade, I wrote an essay for the PTA Reflections program. The theme was "Magic of the Moment". I am very proud of this essay because I received 2nd place for literature at the District Level. It has a lot of spelling errors, but I was young then. I spell much better now. I would like to share it with you. I hope you enjoy it.
Magic in Diabetes!
Five years ago, my life changed for ever. I was acting weird. I was peeing like crazy! My mom and dad were astonisht at how much I was peeing. We went to Mission Hospital. I was checked. They said I was diegonost with Tipe-1 Diabetes. My mom was sad and worryed. I was afraid because I didn’t know what Tipe-1 Diabetes ment for me. But, by the look on my mom’s face, I knew Diabetes was a bad thing to have. When I look back at it now, I see magic in that moment that changed my life forever.
In the middle of the night I was taken by ambulance to Childeren’s Hospital. My blood surgar was so high, it would not record on the meder. I was afraid to go into the ambulance. Then I found out that my mom could ride with me. But she had to ride in the frount of the truck and I had to ride in the back. The magic was, I could still see my mom when I looked over my shoulder. That made me not afraid.
At the Childeren’s Hospital, I was put in a spechal room. I was releast from my straps and put in a bed. Then three nurses came to my bed. One had an alcohol wipe and one had a shot thing. The third held my arm down and put a blue strap around my arm. I looked at my mom. I started to get afraid because I didn’t know what was happening. I started to breathe fast. My mom held my hand, and said softly said, “it will be okay”. Then the nurses held me down and shot a needle into my vane. I was crying and fighting to get away. It hurt! It stung! It felt like it was killing me! After a while, I got over it. A hour later, the same three nurses came with a nother needle. The minute I saw them, I began to kick and screem and yell. My mom held my hand, and said “its ok huny”. But it wasn’t, because it hurt!! This happened over and over again. After the eighth time, I stopped fighting it. I would take my mom’s hand and squeeze as hard as I can. A tear dropped from my eyes. When I think back, there was magic in the moment I learned not to fight it, because it didn’t hurt so bad.
After 2 days of blood draws, I was exhausted. But then, two patients came in the room. One had cansur and one had lukemea. When they came in, I turned around to see them. One looked like she was about to faint and throw up. The other looked like his arm was brokin. It was strappt down with tubes and wiers. I heard the nurses talking about them. They were very ill and probably died by now. The magic of the moment for them was they had their mom and dad to love them and their faces to look at in til the moment they died.
I was a little child back then, so I don’t remember much. But what I do remember is the poor kids I left behind in hospital. I felt sad for them. The magic for me was going home.
My family watches me where ever I go and what ever I eat. My mom sleped in my room every night for the first year. She still wakes up in the middle of every night to check my blood. We have to weigh my food to get the carbs. I have to take insulin when I eat. In the beginning, that meant I had to get shots. But now I have a insulin pump. I can take insulin with out shots. When I change my site, it only hurts some times. My finger is pricked 10-12 times a day to check my blood surgar. It hurts just a little. I am checked before I can eat, play or exercise. When I am sick, my blood surgar goes high and I have to get extra shots. When my mom and dad are out and about, my sisters, help watch my blood surgar. There is magic in my family because they watch over me and help me.
I found magic at school too. At first, the kids in class were afraid of me. They thaught they could get diabetes from me. They wouldn’t play with me. So my mom came to school and tought the class about diabetes and healthy eating. She told them that they can’t catch diabetes just like you can’t catch blue eyes. We showed the class my pump and surenges and blood checker. I pricked my finger and showed how I check and get my blood surgar number. They liked that! Now, I have friends to play with and help me on the playground when I feel low. There was magic when my mom came to school that day.
Then three years ago, I found people who cared for Tipe-1 Diabetics. They were at the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundashun, or JDRF. I met a ladey named Michelle. She has Tipe-1 Diabetes too. She introdust me to other diabetic kids too. I met a girl named Samantha who went to my school. I also met Hunter. He is five years older then me and became my good friend. There was magic in the moment I realized that I was different but not alone. I became a JDRF Youth Ambassador. I work every month for JDRF to help raise money to find a cure for diabetes.
So, five years ago when I was diegonost with Tipe-1 Diabetes, it changed my life forever. But sense then, I learned that having diabetes makes me different, but it dosen’t stop me from following my dreams and finding the magic of the moment!
By Eric Riegelsberger – Grade 2, Age 8
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