Hello! Since I will now be blogging exclusively for Penpals United, I decided to start a short series going through some of the milestones of my journey with type one diabetes. This post will be about my diagnosis. Future posts will be about living with T1D and independence with T1D.
I was diagnosed with T1D when I was only six years old. I had been wetting my bed almost every night for a week and was so thirsty. My mom took me to the doctor thinking that I had a bladder infection. Looking back on it, I wish it was just a bladder infection, but it was T1D. The doctor told us to pack a bag for a three to four day stay in the hospital and head to the E.R. immediately.
Like I said, I was only six years old and much of what was happening went over my head. However, I do know that during our stay my mother and father received "information overload" about T1D and how to keep me alive. I remember that many people came to visit me and brought me stuffed animals, toys to play with and other gifts. After our four day stay in the hospital, it was time to come home.
My mom described that day as the most terrifying thing she has ever done. All of the sudden everything was different. No longer could we go about our lives as if everything was fine. Somehow my parents had to keep me alive and healthy trying to control a disease that they knew almost nothing about. Let me tell you something, it wasn't easy. My mother and father got very little sleep as they stayed awake almost all night, every night checking my blood sugar. Since my diagnosis was in April, I still had school to finish before summer. Going to school after my diagnosis was a hard transition. Now I had to walk all the way across the school to check my blood sugar at the nurse before lunch, before gym, before recess and when I didn’t feel right. What made this transition harder was that the kids at school would think that my disease was contagious or that they could get it from hanging out with me. Rather than letting that get me down I instead took it upon myself to educate them about T1D. Once they knew what the disease was, they had no problem treating me like every other kid in the school.
All the while I had the support of my family and friends. You can’t do it alone, you have to have people there to help prop you up when all you want to do is give up. This is just the story of my diagnosis which may be entirely different than yours. However, my hope is that you can look at my diagnosis and hear my story which might help you in your diagnosis and transition stages.
Hello! My name is Adam and I will be a junior in high school this fall. I am vice president of our student body, active in many groups at school, play tennis, swim, volunteer at my church and I am passionate about protecting our environment. I also have type one diabetes.