Diagnosis
In 2009, my husband had returned from his deployment from overseas. I was happy because I had been raising our son for the past year all on my own. Rylee was born in April of '08 and my husband had left that February. My husband was able to be there for the birth but the raising was up to me. It was hard but I managed. When my husband returned I started noticing odd changes in my body and appetite, soon it was too much to handle so I made a doctors appointment. The doctor took my history and wrote down my test. He tested me for diabetes and I knew the results were not going to be good. I had this gut wrenching feeling that the results were not going to be happy ones. My dad was diagnosed with diabetes at the age of 35 and I knew that one day I would be in his shoes but I did not imagine that it would be at the age of 20. I am still in the prime of my life, I still have dreams to fulfill and things to do. I am young and the day the doctor told me I had diabetes I cried. I cried so hard I thought I would cry my heart out of my chest. I wanted to shut the world out. No body understood why I was so upset about this, people are diagnosed with diabetes everyday. The difference with me is I have dreams that I put on hold for certain things that seem more important. That was suppose to be my year, the year everything went right for me and with that diagnosis I was crushed.