I can still remember the day I was diagnosed, 18th of July, 2005. I was only 11 but I remember the events of that day like as if it were yesterday. Mum and Dad took me to Westmead Children’s hospital after consecutive days of excessive water intake and urinating. I was confused as to what was happening and why it was happening but I knew then and there that it wasn’t something good. It felt like I was in some strange world when I was in the emergency room, getting what would be my first of many finger pricks. The looks of their worried faces when my blood sugar reading wouldn’t even read on the machine because it was so high. I felt so little being surrounded by nurses and doctors putting me on a drip and talking to my parents, telling them what was wrong with me and what the outcome is most likely going to be. Then came the long journey from the emergency ward, all the way to the Clancy Ward with a nurse talking to me all the way. He pretended my bed was a racecar and drifted through halls and made car noises. I can’t remember much of what happened when I was brought into the ward other than having explained to me where everything was. I slept well that night but when I woke, I felt like I was still in a terrible dream. A nurse came into the room to explain what was wrong with me and told and then she told me “I’m sorry but you have Type 1 Diabetes” and the first words I could only sum up were, “can I get rid of it?” and her reply was simply “No, you can’t” and she left to give me time to think. Only then did it all hit me at once like a freight train and I started to cry on my hospital bed with my mum by my side because I knew that this would alter my life in ways I would never want on myself or on any other person.
My name is Joshua and I am a part of the Sugar Free Family. Welcome to my world.