The doctor’s office was never a fun place to be. I sat in room 2 with my mom and dad, this was a regular 3 month checkup. I glanced at the clock and our appointment had started right on time as the doctor walked in at 12 o’clock noon. My endocrinologist, Dr. Miller, was very friendly and he always gave off a very relaxed and calm vibe. He began with his regular routine, he took my blood pressure, and tested my A1C. Everything was on track, nothing abnormal at all. After he did all of that, typically it was time to leave, but that’s not what happened. Out of the blue, Dr. Miller stated, “Hey, have you ever considered an insulin pump? It is very popular for kids your age and can make managing your diabetes a lot easier.” I spun my head around and looked at my mom and
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My brother, Patrick, my sister, Maggie, my mom and dad, and me. All of us were intrigued as to how the pump worked because it seemed like something of the future. When we got there, there was about 10 other kids in the room, they all looked ecstatic to be there just as I was. The class consisted of a giant mass of information. Our teacher, Gale, was a really nice lady but talked as faster than anybody in the room could handle. It was uncomfortably hot in the room, I had sweat running down my face.The class lasted about an hour and I walked out of there feeling pretty happy about my decision. The next class was the same, it was very stressful getting all of this information but we knew that the stress was well worth it. The final class was scheduled for May 23rd, 10 days after my birthday. This was the day I was getting my pump. This class lasted a whole lot longer, 3 hours maybe. To me, 8 years old at the time, it felt like an eternity. At the end of class we were handed the device that would change my life forever. I walked out of there with a miracle in the palm of my hand. I was feeling like an absolute champ at that very
My brother, Patrick, my sister, Maggie, my mom and dad, and me. All of us were intrigued as to how the pump worked because it seemed like something of the future. When we got there, there was about 10 other kids in the room, they all looked ecstatic to be there just as I was. The class consisted of a giant mass of information. Our teacher, Gale, was a really nice lady but talked as faster than anybody in the room could handle. It was uncomfortably hot in the room, I had sweat running down my face.The class lasted about an hour and I walked out of there feeling pretty happy about my decision. The next class was the same, it was very stressful getting all of this information but we knew that the stress was well worth it. The final class was scheduled for May 23rd, 10 days after my birthday. This was the day I was getting my pump. This class lasted a whole lot longer, 3 hours maybe. To me, 8 years old at the time, it felt like an eternity. At the end of class we were handed the device that would change my life forever. I walked out of there with a miracle in the palm of my hand. I was feeling like an absolute champ at that very