Labor Day weekend of 1984 I was up north in Florence, WI with my parents. I was 14 months old. My parents took me to a local pediatrician because I was sick and he told them to continue giving me fluids (ie: juice, soda, etc...) and that all I had was a virus. I wasn't getting any better so my parents decided to take me back to my regular pediatrician back in Madison. As my parents were saying their final goodbyes (while I was strapped in my carseat) my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
My parents had to rush me to the ER. As the story goes, it took the doctors and nurses upwards of 4 hours just to stabalize me before they could talk to my parents about what was wrong with me. My blood sugar was 1284. I was officially a type 1 diabetic.
Now, I am 30 years old. I'm coming up on my 29th anniversary of my diagnosis. Because of foundations such as JDRF, I am no longer on injections. I use the insulin pump and my blood sugars are under better control than they have ever been!
This year, I'll be taking part in JDRF's Walk to Cure Diabetes, along with one-half million other walkers across the country, as we try to reach our goal of raising $89 million.
Type 1, or juvenile diabetes, is a devastating disease that affects millions of people, a large and growing percentage of them children.
There is some good news, though. 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. Won't you please give to JDRF as generously as possible? Together, we can make the cure a reality!
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