Type 1 Diabetes. What is it? That is a question I never thought I would be asking. I like most people knew the basics. If someones sugar dropped give them O.J. and they need insulin. However NO ONE could have prepared me for what I was about to go through. In Oct. of 2010 I would learn just how dangerous diabetes really was. I received a call letting me know my daughter's father had passed away. He had been a diabetic since the age of 16. He went to sleep that night and never woke up again. I was told his blood glucose levels dropped significantly low and he was unable to get help. This hit my family really hard but the person it hit the hardest was our 9 year old daughter Lily. Having to explain to her that her daddy was gone was the hardest thing I had ever had to do. We tried to get things back to a normal routine as much as possible. My daughter returned to school but shortly after that she began to fill ill. The doctor told me she was depressed. I was convinced he had diabetes the very thing that had claimed her father only weeks earlier. I was told I was over reacting and panicking. Not the case at all. I watched my daughter closely and noticed things were not getting better but worse, much worse. On Nov 11, 2010 I woke up to find my daughter laying in the hallway on the floor. She was very lethargic but alert. Her stomach was hurting her which it had been for 3 days. I immediately called the doctors office. They scheduled her for later that day but I couldn't sit at home. I drove to the doctors office and sat there for several hours until it was time for her to be seen. I felt safer there verses at home. Once the doctor walked in I said to her " she has diabetes and strep throat, please tell me I am wrong" sadly I wasn't. Six weeks after saying goodbye to her father my daughter was fighting for her life with the very same illness. I was terrified, I thought to myself is my daughter going to meet the same fate as her father? I tried to contain myself and my tears but it was impossible, my heart was racing and my daughter was literally dieing before my very eyes. Her blood glucose was 972, I was told one more day and my daughter wouldn't have made it. She was transported by ambulance and admitted.
Fast forward almost 3 years later. I wont say this transition has been easy because it hasn't been. I have shed tears of frustration, fear and joy. Why joy when my daughter has this terrible illness? I will tell you why. I cry tears of joy because every morning my daughter wakes up it truly is a blessing. We are fighting everyday and this is one fight she doesn't have to fight alone. But most importantly we have HOPE that one day there will be a cure. And with your help it will allow us to be one more step closer. If you can't donate money donate your time and walk with us, Help us raise awareness and educate those around us. Any help you may give us is deeply appreciated!!!!