In 1982, I got my first insulin pump to control Type I Diabetes. Since being diagnosed at five, I gave shots on my own, and never considered the injections painful. They just...were. But at the age of nine, modern technology changed my life with the insulin pump.
It all began rather innocently; at least that’s how I saw it in my befuddled brain. I had a blister on my foot which, for some reason, was taking its own sweet time healing.
I crawled into the doctors’ surgery and life as I knew it ended. Diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes my entire chocolate life flashed before my eyes. Oh how naive I was to think that would be it!!
Love, prayer, and a positive attitude have all been proven to aid the healing process, but I was surprised last year to learn about the power of a negative emotion—one I wouldn’t list as necessary for conquering a life-threatening disease.
It’s midnight, and I am crouching in the dark watching a dim screen flashing, flashing, flashing…67. I have to wake her up. Thank God I caught it. Thank God I was awake.
