Hey, I am 14 and was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes in 2004. I have never been able to keep my blood sugar under control, and even now they are either HI or below 4.0.
On my last visit to the doctor's I was told about the effects of high sugars and they found out that I have been going high in order to avoid going low. I have read so many other entries that others have put on this website, and I can't believe how other people are going through exactly the same things as I am.
For a while I was very high because I was I was scared of having a hypo. To stop myself going low I avoided doing my insulin injections, and therefore I ended up lying about my blood results. My monthly average level was continuously 14+ and I always felt really guilty when we got the result because I had to lie that I didn’t understand what was going on to affect it. Only recently have my figures have been below 20.0 but they still are not between 4 and 8.
I created this poem to show people how diabetes changed my life, and has changed lives throughout the world that’ve been diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes.
When I came home from school that day,
I noticed my Mum had something to tell.
She told me to sit down and then she simply said,
"I don’t think you’re very well."
She took me to the doctor's later that day,
Where he told my Mum I wasn’t well.
"I think your daughter is diabetic,
Which’d explain why she unexpectedly fell?"
I was completely confused and upset,
At the doctor's observation.
My Mum took me outside and gave me a hug,
While I stood there feeling slightly shaken.
But then my Mum told me had to go to hospital,
And I suddenly burst into tears.
That was just too much for me,
And it brought up all my fears.
My Mum contacted my Dad, who was working,
But he immediately drove down to meet us,
When we got home, we told my siblings,
And then they started to fuss.
When we got to hospital,
I was told to wait by myself on a bed.
Then two nurses and my Mum and Dad came in,
And after a talk one of the nurses said:
"Hello Charlotte, how do you feel?
I need you to give me your hand.
I am going to do a little injection,
And then cover it up in a band."
So that was the first injection of many,
That I would have to take in the following years.
The first hurt quite a lot,
But I managed to hold back the tears.
I was then taken up to the children’s ward,
Where I was given some juice to drink.
I was then asked some questions,
And I answered, whilst trying to think.
Finally I was left alone,
With my Mum and Dad by my side.
Then the doctor came back and said to them,
"She’ll have to stay here tonight."
So my Dad stood up and said with a worry,
"I’ll go pack some overnight things and her p’j’s."
When he came back he said he’d spend the night,
With me in hospital for the next few days.
I had my tea of chicken nuggets,
Followed by Angel Delight.
Then I settled down, with my Dad there beside me,
And in hospital I spent my first night.
In the morning my siblings came,
To see me in the ward.
After that I was told to go and play,
So that I wouldn’t get bored.
When my Mum joined us later,
We waited for the news from the doctor.
How had I been diagnosed?
And how long would it go on for?
Finally the news was told,
And we were all very shocked to hear.
That I was suffering from diabetes Type 1.
But the doctor said it was nothing to fear.
He said I would have to do injections,
Two or three times a day.
He also said diabetes would stay forever,
Starting from that May.
Being only seven,
I was still slightly scared.
But now I was reassured by the nurses,
Because I knew they really cared.
I was allowed to go out for a bit of fresh air,
As I had been in bed for over a day.
Then, to my relief, when I came back inside.
The doctor said I needn’t stay.
He said my condition wasn’t bad,
And I’d soon get the hang of it.
He said diabetes won’t ever draw me back,
As long I as keep healthy and fit.
After lots of advice from the doctor,
He told us we could go.
I slept that night in my own bed,
Hoping I wouldn’t go low.
So ever since May 26th,
I’ve coped with diabetes in my life,
I’ve had to have five injections a day,
And I’ve dealt with lots of strife.
I have to go to bed each night,
Thinking the terrible thought.
That if I had a hypo, and fell unconscious,
Then I’ve to hope that I’d be caught.
But I know that I have lots of support,
From my parents, my siblings and friends.
I will always treasure their love and care,
And I hope it never ends.
So that’s the story behind my diabetes,
And every line is true.
I’d just like to say to anyone like me,
Don’t ever let diabetes stop you.
Just as a final note to say,
If any of your time is free,
Then donate some money to a diabetic charity,
To make life easier for people like me.
I think that this story is great and I think its very expressive in that its been wrote as a poem! I hope your diabetes control does get better in the future! And its very kind how you are thinking of others too with diabetes! :) Good Luck! – Louisa
This story has really given me a feeling on how it is to have diabetes, this story was close to my heart and will be to most people. – Annabel