Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have your whole life change in the blink of an eye and there's nothing you can do about it? Well little me at eight years old didn’t know what was about happen to her. Getting diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at eight years old might seem like the end of the world to most people but it didn’t to eight-year-old me. It all started on January 5th, 2015 the day after winter break ended. That morning I woke up not feeling very but my mom thought I was faking just so I didn’t have to go back to school. When I got to school that day I just felt as if everything was moving very slowly. My teacher ended up sending me to the nurse because I looked very dehydrated and had a huge welt-like hive on my face. By the time I got down to the nurse, the hive was gone I was still very dehydrated. The nurse sent me back to class and called my mom. The second time I was sent down there by my teacher was because I wouldn’t eat lunch and just kept looking sicker and sicker. That time my mom came and got me from school. As we were about to leave the nurse stopped my mom and told her she thought I might have diabetes, my mom thought nothing of it and took me home. As the day went on I just kept getting sicker and sicker and still couldn’t eat. My mom tried taking me from doctor to doctor but no one would see me, she then tried to take me to the hospital but it was a three-hour wait and in the middle of flu season so we went home and planned on going back there in the morning. As we were about to walk in the door, that was the first time I threw up and not the last time either. I ended up sleeping in the living room on the couch that night because I was too sick to walk up and down the stairs. My breathing started getting really bad and I started feeling like it was getting hard to breathe. Once my mom heard it she jumped up from the couch next to me and rushed over to me to make sure I was okay. My Grandma rushed me to the hospital. As soon as I got there I was taken into a room with a million doctors running around, they were doing millions of tests and finally came up with a diagnosis that I had type 1 diabetes. They said my blood sugar was over 1000 and that I would have been dead within a couple of hours because my body was starting to go into multi-system organ failure. The next day I was moved to the pediatric floor and was doing my shots and finger pricks all by myself. About nine years later, Living with diabetes has had its ups and downs over the years. There are times I wish I didn’t have it but I also know I wouldn’t be who I am today without having been diagnosed with Diabetes. Having diabetes made me grow up and be more responsible and strong. The moral of the story what I thought was gonna be the end of my life, was probably one of the best things that could have happened to me. Because even though living with Diabetes can be difficult at times I overcome any obstacles and live my life as normally as possible.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have your whole life change in the blink of an eye and there's nothing you can do about it? Well little me at eight years old didn’t know what was about to happen to her. Getting diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at eight years old might seem like the end of the world to most people but it didn’t eight-year-old me. It all started on January 5th, 2015 the day after winter break ended. That morning I woke up not feeling very but my mom thought I was faking just so I didn’t have to go back to school. When I got to school that day I just felt as if everything was moving very slowly. My teacher ended up sending me to the nurse because I looked very dehydrated and had a huge welt-like hive on my face. By the time I got down to the nurse, the hive was gone but I was still very dehydrated. The nurse sent me back to class and called my mom. The second time I was sent down there by my teacher was because I wouldn’t eat lunch and just kept looking sicker and sicker. That time my mom came and got me from school. As we were about to leave the nurse stopped my mom and told her she thought I might have diabetes, my mom thought nothing of it and took me home. As the day went on I just kept getting sicker and sicker and still couldn’t eat. My mom tried taking me from doctor to doctor but no one would see me, she then tried to take me to the hospital but it was a three-hour wait and in the middle of flu season so we went home and planned on going back there in the morning. As we were about to walk in the door, that was the first time I threw up and not the last time either. I ended up sleeping in the living room on the couch that night because I was too sick to walk up and down the stairs. My breathing started getting bad and I started feeling like it was getting hard to breathe. Once my mom heard it she jumped up from the couch next to me and rushed over to me to make sure I was okay. My Grandma rushed me to the hospital. As soon as I got there I was taken into a room with a million doctors running around, they were doing millions of tests and finally came up with a diagnosis that I had type 1 diabetes. They said my blood sugar was over 1000 and that I would have been dead within a couple of hours because my body was starting to go into multi-system organ failure. The next day I was moved to the pediatric floor and was doing my shots and finger pricks all by myself. About nine years later, living with diabetes has had its ups and downs over the years. There are times I wish I didn’t have it but I also know I wouldn’t be who I am today without having been diagnosed with Diabetes. Having diabetes made me grow up and be more responsible and strong. The moral of the story what I thought was gonna be the end of my life, was probably one of the best things that could have happened to me. Because even though living with Diabetes can be difficult at times I overcome any obstacles and live my life as normally as possible.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have your whole life change in the blink of an eye and there's nothing you can do about it? Well little me at eight years old didn’t know what was about to happen to her. Getting diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at eight years old might seem like the end of the world to most people but it didn’t to eight-year-old me. It all started on January 5th, 2015 the day after winter break ended. That morning I woke up not feeling very but my mom thought I was faking just so I didn’t have to go back to school. When I got to school that day I just felt as if everything was moving very slowly. My teacher ended up sending me to the nurse because I looked very dehydrated and had a huge welt-like hive on my face. By the time I got down to the nurse, the hive was gone I was still very dehydrated, The second time I was sent down there by my teacher was because I wouldn’t eat lunch and just kept looking sicker and sicker. That time my mom came and got me from school. As we were about to leave the nurse stopped my mom and told her she thought I might have diabetes, my mom thought nothing of it and proceeded to take me home. As the day went on I just kept getting sicker and sicker and still couldn’t eat. My mom tried taking me from doctor to doctor but no one would see me, she then tried to take me to the hospital but it was a three-hour wait and in the middle of flu season so we went home and planned on going back there in the morning. As we were about to walk in the door, that was the first time I threw up and not the last time either. I ended up sleeping in the living room on the couch that night because I was too sick to walk up and down the stairs. My breathing started getting bad and I started feeling like it was getting hard to breathe. Once my mom heard it she jumped up from the couch next to me and rushed over to me to make sure I was okay. My Grandma rushed me to the hospital. As soon as I got there I was taken into a room with a million doctors running around, they were doing millions of tests and finally came up with a diagnosis that I had type 1 diabetes. They said my blood sugar was over 1000 and that I would have been dead within a couple of hours because my body was starting to go into multi-system organ failure. The next day I was doing my shots and finger pricks all by myself. About nine years later, I'm still alive even though that day I thought I was going to be dead. Living with diabetes has had its ups and downs over the years. There are times I wish I didn’t have it but I also know I wouldn’t be who I am today without having been diagnosed with Diabetes. Having diabetes made me grow up and be more responsible and strong. The moral of the story what I thought was gonna be the end of my life, was probably one of the best things that could have happened to me. Because even though living with Diabetes can be difficult at times I overcome any obstacles and live my life as normally as possible.