6 February 2015
Each day, as I awoke from my cozy bed in my oversized tshirt, I would make my way to the kitchen, casually taking my time to grab breakfast. It usually consisted of a chocolate poptart, or nothing at all. But since the day of March 16th, 2014 my life dramatically changed. I can no longer skip my breakfast, or eat chocolate pop tarts. I went from carefree Megan, to diabetic Megan. Since being diagnosed, I get up with my pump attached to me. I instantly prick my tender finger and squeeze it to see a small drop of red blood escape from beneath my skin. I realized quickly that the life I had known so far would never be the same.
It was March of 2014, and I was on my way to subway with my best friend Maddy, awaiting to get my favorite sandwich: turkey breast on Italian herbs and cheese, pepper jack cheese, with lettuce, spinach, cucumbers and ranch, and a little vinegar to top it off. Sipping on a
Dr. Pepper, my phone buzzed on the table and started to ring. A call from my mom appeared on the phone.
“Hello?” I picked up on the third ring.
My mothers voice sounded a little ruffled. “Hey Megs..wha..what are you doing?”
My mom asked with a stutter in her voice. “Eating at Subway with Maddy why, what’s up?” Harbaugh 2
“Uh..Megs, I just got the urine test back from the hospital and your sugars were crazy high, they are almost positive you’re diabetic.., she said with a slow voice... So what does this mean for me?” I said nervously.
My mom didn’t say anything for a minute, “I just, I don’t know yet Megs," were the last word she said before hanging up the phone.”
That's where my journey with diabetes began.
The next day, which would've been March 16th, 2014, was honestly one of the worst days of my life. That was the day, yes, indeed it was. The day when my life got flipped, turned upside down. But there was still that little tiny bit of hope saying "maybe, just maybe, it's all a mistake."I have known since I was little, shortof what diabetes was, obviously not too much, but
I had an idea. Mainly because my father had been a diabetic ever since I can remember. From that day on, Megan the diabetic was me. That's who I was. I can recall many public experiences where I felt so uncomfortable and insecure. I think the worst feeling is having a room full of people stare at you as you pull your shirt up to inject insulin. Also I have experienced many pains, one particular time it was in the middle of the night when I got woken up by my pump being ripped out of my stomach, it hurt like hell. It felt as if the skin was being ripped off my body at full force, a stinging, intense pain. But you see, that's not who I am anymore. Diabetes may be my disease but it does not define me, it doesn't stop me from doing anything. It has changed me, but for the better. I honestly believe I was given this disease to not only educate, but to show kids my age with type 1 that this disease doesn't define you, but it builds you. It creates a strong, amazing, beautiful, hardworking individual.
Being diabetic takes skill and intelligence, and most of all it takes pure dedication. When you are a diabetic, your body instantly needs tending to, my body can’t fend for itself anymore.
All it takes is one mistake to send my mental and physical stability on a downward