Everyone living with Type 1 has a story to share, and for most, that story began on the day that changed their life forever… the day they were diagnosed. For me, this day was August 13th, 2008. All summer long, I had been losing weight, I was thirsty all the time, and I constantly had to go to the bathroom. On the first day of 6th grade, I threw up on the bus on the way to school. I was beyond mortified. I found anything possible to blame it on, the “bumpy” bus ride and nerves. A couple days later, I did the same thing. I finally talked my mom into driving me to school the next morning, but she only would on the condition that we make a doctor’s appointment. Being my shy, awkward, middle school self, I completely dreaded going to the doctor. I had no clue what they would tell me. Since I have some family with diabetes, both Type 1 and 2, my mom asked the doctor to check me for it. She knew what all the symptoms were, and she finally admitted to herself that it was a possibility I may have it. The doctor immediately knew something was wrong. I had lost way too much weight for someone my age, my face was almost gaunt. Tests were done with my fingers crossed and all we could do was wait for some results. The doctor said if nothing was definite, she would send me to specialists, which scared me more than anything. The next day, I received a check out slip at school. When the office helper brought it to me, my heart sank. I wasn’t even thinking about being sick, my mind went straight to something being wrong with my family. I expected my mom to tell me someone had passed away, but instead she told me we were going to the hospital for me. I was beyond confused when she told me the doctor called her and said she thought I had diabetes. The only thing I knew about diabetes was that my grandma had it and she had to take shots every single day… that scared me to death. Little did I know, shots would soon become painless. Anyways, my mom and sister drove me to the children’s hospital which was about 20 minutes away. My mom was checking her mirror to make sure I was still coherent, and all I was worried about was when I was going to get to eat. The emergency room is all a blur to me. I do remember getting my I.V. and my older sister yelling, “Wow, that’s a big needle!” I also remember just wanting something to eat and the doctors telling me I would be lucky to get a few ice cubes tomorrow. I ended up staying in the hospital for three days. My parents and I had to take classes on diabetes management and diets. It was such a scary time, but everything just seemed surreal. I didn’t know what my life would become and I think that scared me more than anything.