I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes when I was 4 years old. I am 14 years old now. I don't remember a time when I didn't have diabetes.
I have always counted the carbohydrates I eat. I have always had to inject myself with insulin at every meal. I've had high blood sugars, low blood sugars and sleepless nights. I have been hospitalized. I have worried my parents endlessly. But, I have never let this disease stop me.
This past July, I participated in a 235-mile, one-day bicycle ride that took me from Camp Joslin in Worchester, Mass., to Camp Nejada near Stillwater, N.J. I rode with a group of cyclists that either had Type 1 diabetes or a very close connection. If I learned anything, it is this: I can do hard things.
With each new day, I don't look at it as another day with diabetes, I look at it as is a day closer to a cure. Until then, I will do my best to increase awareness for National Diabetes Month and raise money for research to find a cure.
Salt Lake City