Caribou Essay
Letter to a friend

Big Impact

Big Impact: The Day Everything Changed

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You can never see everything in the jungle, by looking from a bird’s eye view. Blood pulsed through my veins and my head throbbed. My palms were soaking wet as we pulled into the parking lot of the doctor’s office. “I think I’m gonna go to sleep soon dad,” I forcefully said. “Try to stay awake, Will,” he replied, sounding fearful. I was fearful as well. I felt like crap these past couple days, I was just thankful to not have to be dealing with this in school. I tried to get out of the car and walk into the doctor's office, but my legs turned to jello instantly, and I steeply fell right to the wet ground. My dad ran over, picked me up and carried me into the doctor's office. We opened the door, and my dad ran to the desk. The nurses' faces looked terrified.  “what is happening?” Then all went black. I felt very at peace roughly 20 seconds before blacking out, the most at peace I felt in the last two days. The doctors diagnosed me with strep throat.

They were wrong. It was much worse.

I woke up in an ambulance with lots of nurses and EMTs trying to jam needles and IVs into me. I was so terrified I just wanted to black out again. “What is happening?!” I frantically asked my dad sitting right next to me on my cot. “I don’t know Will, I love you so much,” he responded. I then blacked out again, but could hear my dad muttering to himself, “Keep fighting Will, keep fighting.

Later I woke up in a hospital bed with two nurses next to my bed talking to my parents. My mom was crying, and my dad looked more nervous than I had ever seen him before. I was dying to know what was happening, but I didn’t have the strength to push out words to ask. “Hi Will, my name is Andrea, I’m gonna be taking care of you for a while.” A nurse said to me, she then walked over to a cabinet and got a ton of needles and IVs. I really did not want to be stabbed again with another needle.“No more needles!” I shouted at her. “I’m so sorry buddy, I have to in order for you to be safe!” She replied. I just started crying as she gave me the shot, I didn’t feel a thing. Which was odd to me because I hated shots, and they always seemed to hurt a ton. I started to feel really tired again, I looked at a clock on the wall, it was 3 am. My eyes started to get really droopy and I went to sleep.

I woke up again later in a room with a cot, TV, bathroom, and desk. My parents instantly came up to me, started questioning me and hugging me. It was now 7 in the morning, and I was on an IV. I tried to get up but my body was just too weak for me to even move. A doctor came in and introduced herself as Doctor Agrawal. She told me to listen up because she had something really important to say. “You have Type One Diabetes.” She said. “I thought diabetes was only for fat people, I am really skinny” I replied. “That is Type Two Diabetes honey,” she said.

“I will come in later with someone to help you learn more about it Will, just know that after you get out of the hospital, even though you have diabetes, you can still do everything you love, including play sports.” She then followed up with.

I felt so much more relieved knowing this was the case.

    Diabetes does not mean death, but it does mean you have to change the entire way you live your life. Sometimes you can’t go to sleep at night, sometimes you can’t do things you love because of your blood sugar. But I live by one motto, and one motto only; diabetes doesn’t control me, I control diabetes.

        

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