I stayed in the hospital about nine days while they stabilized me and taught me and family how to care for myself. I was still somewhat in shock at the idea of having an “incurable” disease. I was 13 years old, had never been sick more than one day, and considered myself strong and getting stronger. Now I had to take this medicine called “insulin” twice a day for the rest of my life. I HATED needles, and lets not talk about getting shots. Even getting up the nerve to “stick” my fingers to test my blood sugar took more courage than I felt I could muster. For the next month, I along with my family sought to learn all we could about diabetes and for me it was most important to see if any cure was on the horizon. I had a good doctor who was patient and understanding because I was not very cooperative. My sugars were like the Texas Giant at Six Flaggs, up, down, all around. My weight was not stable. I was eating whatever I wanted. He suggested I attend a diabetic camp in Gainesville, Tx and with the blessing of my mother I was able to do so. I learned more about diabetes and myself during those two weeks, than at any other point in my life. I left that camp with optimism and confidence to deal with my diabetes. I understood what I was required to do and what I needed to do to keep myself out of trouble. But you know, those old temptations and habits were back at home, waiting for me. Not soon after my return, I was not sticking to my diet, not eating right and not checking my sugar as I was advised to do. My mother did all she could to keep me on tract, and I look back now and realize I relied heavily on her to do what I should have. I also started noticing changes in my body. Young people know that change… its called “puberty”. I was soon to discover how my diabetes would affect me physically and psychologically during this stage of life.
Okay dude, you got Diabetes, now what?