Hey Friends and Family! Thanks for donating in honor of my sister Katie and the JDRF IL Young Leadership Committee. Your support is so greatly appreciated.
My passion for this cause -finding a cure for Type 1, or juvenile diabetes - is deeply rooted in the bond between sisters. Even though I cannot protect Katie from this autoimmune disease, I can take steps to volunteer and help fundraise for a cure. This is why I am an active member of the JDRF Young Leadership Committee of Chicago and the YLC 2012 Executive Committee Outreach Chair.
One month from now, in addition to participating in the walk, I will be running the Chicago Marathon in honor of Katie. Her courage and in managing type 1 without complaint is motivating me to cross the finish line no matter what.
JDRF is our best hope for finding a cure. It funds more type 1 diabetes research than any other charity worldwide and it's making progress along many promising paths toward better treatments and a cure.
Now, more than ever, you can make a crucial difference in not only my sister's life, but the millions of people who live their entire lives testing their blood sugar levels 4x a day. Please give to JDRF as generously as possible? Together, we can make the cure a reality!
(If you need a little inspiration for the cause, read below)
My side of juvenile diabetes~
With two blond braided pig tails, ruby red cheeks, and those unforgettable baby blues, my sister was undeniably the cutest second grader waltzing into Mr. Paler's second grade classroom; but she was tired that day. And she was thirsty that day. She had not been her silly self lately. I asked her on the bus ride home if she was just nervous to be starting school- she shrugged.
My parents noticed Katie Bug was not herself too, and that evening my grandmas showed up. What a great surprise I thought, but suddenly the mood was nervous and I was tucked into bed really early, without Katie on the other side of the room. Where is Katie? Why has she been in the bathroom with Mom and Dad for so long? What were those strips my Dad brought home for Katie to pee on? What is a Keytone? These were all parts of the evening I did not understand. Feeling a little worried, I tossed and turned all night. Katie never came to bed. Mom and Dad took her to the hospital, but I did not know that yet.
Dad picked me up early from school. His eyes were droopy, different. The bright blue irises popped against the redness. He was very quiet the whole way home and even as he scooped up my baby brother and brought us to his bedroom. As he sat us both on his knee on the edge of their gigantic king bed, he just took a deep breath. Suddenly, worry registered with me again. Where is Katie? "Daddy, where is Katie?" A tear rolled down his face; my breathing paused. At 10 years old, as my father scientifically explained to little Mikie and I that our sister will be in the hospital for a little while and she has been diagnosed with Juvenile Diabetes, I was experiencing one of those moments that changes the direction and even the purpose of life forever.
We went to visit Buggie at the hospital. Last time I was in a hospital, I had been sporting a head to toe little mermaid outfit for Mikie's birth. This time was not exciting, since the expectations were different. Katie was going to be okay, but she had been diagnosed with an autoimmune disease and she won't be able to eat ice-cream anymore without taking a shot and she will have to poke herself to test her glucose... or blood sugar until we find a cure.
When we crept into the hospital room Katie still had two long blond braided pig tails, and rosy cheeks, and baby blue eyes just like dads. She had a smile on her face. She did not seem any different, she just smelled like antibacterial hospital medicine.
She seemed like the sister I knew- curious, caring, and charming! She still is today and she has not let her diabetes change that.
My sister is the most resilient, courageous, selfless individual when it comes to her diabetes. By 9 years old, she had taken such responsibility in taking care of herself that she was one of the first children in the state of Wisconsin to be approved for an insulin pump. I've always been very defensive of her. At camp Minikani, when we traveled to the nurses office what seemed like every hour to check her blood sugar, and a stupid little boy watched her inject insulin in her body and rudely commented, "Ahhh, gross, what are you doing? I'm so glad I don't have to take shots!" my blood boiled. I lunged at him and Katie said its okay Hallie its okay. Stop. Don?t yell at him. She does not have a choice... Katie has counted every carb, and calculated every shot, and every prick about 16,524 times with so little complaint. In fact, she manages her health so well, that I forget she even has diabetes sometimes.
So for her accepting and positive attitude towards this disease that she has no choice but to manage until we find a cure, for all the lows and all the highs she has ever had, and for the hundreds of times I wished this upon myself instead of her, please donate.
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