Hannah's Diagnoses :D

Four years ago, at the age of ten, some changes took place in my life. I was only in fifth grade then and only noticed a few slight differences within myself: I went from being the fastest runner to the slowest, barely able to run across the playground, I ate 4 cups of cereal instead of my usual half a bowl, I weighed only 54 pounds, I had terrible mood swings, and I woke up 3 times per night to go to the restroom. My family didn't notice any changes either, because I had always been skinny and they assumed I was just growing. But once I was unable to complete a simple dance number in "Aesop's Falables" and I had people telling me that they could see my ribs through my shirt they started to pay more attention.

My parents took me to the doctor one day and when I asked why they said "We researched and we're afraid that you might have diabetes. Now it's highly unlikely considering you we have no family history and the chances are very small, but we just want to make sure." I took this in and thought to myself that nothing could possible be wrong with me, considering I felt just fine.

When the doctor came back into the room with the results my whole family cried. We went to the hospital where I spent the next four days, until July 4. I understood most of what they were saying, but I had more fun playing in the children's room rather than listening to them talk. I remember asking my parents one day when we were going home because I couldn't wait to stop getting all the shots. That's when I learned what I would face everyday. I paid more attention then and learned all I could. What bothered me the most was receiving cards that "Get Well Soon!". Those gave me a bitter feeling inside. The most remarkable thing about my visit was that my eyesight was cured for a few days. I've worn glasses since the age of seven but woke up one day, seeing perfectly. My doctor explained it was because of the sudden turn my body took towards being healthy, but it would not last. And it didn't.

Here I am four years later and when I look back I'm proud of all those little accomplishes I've made. Giving a shot, counting carbohydrates, and helping others. Diabetes has given me strength to take on things I probably would have never done. I've made friends from camp and from theater I have Amy, who supports me when things get hard. So in some ways I appreciate diabetes. In others not so much, but I always try to look at the positive side of life. :)