Hello everyone my name is Lily and this is my story:
My name is Lily Walker-Waring and I would like to share my story with you. Diabetes has always been a part of my life. I was young and didn't understand a lot about it. My daddy was Type 1 Diabetic. He was diagnosed when he was 16 years old. Although I never really knew much about it at the time I knew it was dangerous. All I knew was that he had to take medicine. It wasn't until October 4, 2010 that I would find out just how serious diabetes really was. My mom sat me down with tears in her eyes and told me my daddy had passed away. His blood sugar had dropped really low in his sleep. That was the hardest thing for me. I miss my daddy every day. Four weeks after he passed away I started to get sick. My mom took me to the hospital to get me tested for diabetes. I was losing weight, peeing frequently, and constantly thirsty. The doctors told her that I was ok and just stressed and depressed over losing my dad. She didn't believe that. Over the next week the symptoms got worse and my stomach started to hurt really bad. I also lost about 10 pounds that week. My mom noticed I wasn't getting any better so on Nov 11, 2010 she took me to the doctor. I had to be carried to the car. I could hardly walk and my mom said I looked pale. When we got there my appointment wasn't for 2 hours so we waited. I started to dry heave and get weaker. By the time they called me back I could tell my mom was really worried and I was really scared. I didn't understand what was going on with my body. When the doctor came into the room my mom told her I had Type 1 diabetes and strep throat. The doctor did the test and she was right. My blood sugar was 972. They had to call the ambulance to take me to the other hospital. My mom was crying they had told my mom if she had waited one more day I would have been dead. I also lost 20 pounds. I didn't look the same.
After being in the hospital for 3 days it was time for me to go home. We were all scared because our lives would now be different. And I was scared because my daddy died from this and now I have it. I thought I was going to die like he did. My mom told me I wasn't going to die and that she would take care of me and that a lot of people can live long lives with this, but why didn't my daddy live. Why couldn't there be a cure before he died. Then maybe I wouldn't have to be afraid and I could be healthy and he could still be here with me if only there was a cure. I want to also mention my sister Alicia I never got the chance to meet her. She was about 27 when she died a month after I was diagnosed from complications from her diabetes as well. I'm not sure how old she was when she was diagnosed all I know is that T1D took her life. That's right in a matter of 3 months diabetes took control of my family and changed it forever.
It has been almost 2 years now and I have learned that diabetes does NOT control my life. I live with this every day and although it's hard it is now my life, UNLESS there is a cure. I ask that you continue to help researchers find a cure so families don't have to lose their loved ones from diabetes like I did.
|Denotes a Team Captain|