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[IP] Michael can I include

Michael can I included your daughters letter in my Thoughtful Thoughts
section.  http://people.ne.mediaone.net/dclc/Thoughts.html

Michael wrote:
> Lily wrote this essay for an assignment on what make you feel
> different. Thought you might enjoy her point of view. She wrote this
> and asked if we'd like to read it before she handed it in.
> Interestingly enough, she has never expressed any of these sentiments
> to either Mimi or I.
> Michael
> ---------------------------------------------------------------------
> Literary Styles                                                                 Lily Robinton
> Per. E                                                                          1/15/99
>      Different
>  "Pleeeease mom? Can't I just stay one more? C'mon, just one more!"
>  That used to be my voice begging my mom to let me stay over another
>  night or another hour with my friends.  I used to hide when it was
>  time for me to leave my friends and go home to what I considered to
>  be utmost boredom.  I was a normal ten year old social butterfly.  I
>  had never felt strange or excluded, and as far as I was concerned, I
>  fit right in.  That was before I got sick, and was diagnosed as a
>  Type1 diabetic exactly one week after my eleventh birthday.  I didn't
>  know what being diabetic was all about, but I knew enough from my
>  fourth grade health class to know that I wouldn't be able to eat
>  candy or sweets like everyone else,  and I would have to get a lot of
>  shots.  During my next few days in the hospital I learned that unlike
>  everyone else, I no longer had a functioning pancreas to make insulin
>  needed to turn the food I ate into energy.  Instead I would have to
>  take three shots a day of insulin to keep my body running.  While I
>  was in the hospital my soccer team made me a get well soon card, I
>  appreciated it a lot, but I thought it to be slightly ironic since I
>  couldn't ever "get well" from diabetes, I would literally be stuck
>  with it forever.  It didn't seem fair, why did I get it?  Nobody else
>  at my whole school had been diabetic.  How did it end up that I was
>  singled out to be the one?  I felt like a puzzle piece that's been
>  thrown in the wrong puzzle box and won't fit with the other pieces no
>  matter which way it's turned.
>   Most of my close friends didn't treat me differently afterwards.  I
>   only lost one friend as a result of my diagnoses.   Even though many
>   people acted like I was the same, the difference was as evident as
>   if someone had branded my forehead with a huge DIABETIC stamp.  I
>   put up the best shield I could that I was still the same old Lily,
>   but the effort exhausted me and as soon as I had to perform a
>   "diabetic task" such as taking a blood sample from my finger, my
>   shield would crumble and I would burst into tears at the unfairness
>   of what I alone had to do, that none of my other friends had to deal
>   with.  Holding up the pretense around my friends that I was okay,
>   was so tiring that I began to prefer the safe company of my family.
>  To make matters worse, I was about to start sixth grade at a
>  completely new school where I would be expected to meet many new
>  friends.  I fervently hoped that I would have some of my old
>  classmates in my new class so I wouldn't have to face any new people.
>   On the first day of school, I discovered to my dismay that I had
>  none of my old friends in my class.  Maybe the old Lily would have
>  been fine in this situation and stepped out to see what fun new
>  acquaintance I could make, but I had buried that person inside me and
>  my weariness of being "okay" with sticking and poking myself all the
>  time, and leaving the classroom every day to eat my scheduled snacks
>  made me want to curl into a ball and hide in a cave by myself.  While
>  I was busy trying to avoid people, my old friends were busy making
>  new friends in their new classes, and slowly but surely, the distance
>  between me and them widened.  I made it a ritual every night to look
>  up into the sky and find the brightest star I could, and wish with
>  all my heart that there would be some miracle, some cure that would
>  make me just like everyone else again. I don't know how far I would
>  have pulled back into myself if I hadn't gotten an insulin pump a few
>  months later.  I guess I better explain a little.  An insulin pump is
>  a box containing a syringe filled with insulin.  A tube attaches to
>  the syringe and runs down to a needle that is inserted in my skin and
>  stays there for three to four days until it needs to be changed.
>  When I need insulin, I can push some buttons on my pump and it will
>  give me that amount through the needle.  This meant I wouldn't ever
>  need to stop what I was doing to take an injection, or eat an
>  unwanted snack, or have people make something "special" when I came
>  over to eat dinner.  I could eat sugar, and as much (within reason)
>  as I wanted, all because an insulin pump is much more effective than
>  injections and is more like an actual pancreas.    I was more like a
>  normal kid.  I was still different, but not with a capital D.
>  Diabetes no longer felt like a death sentence, but was instead
>  something that I had control over, and it made it a lot easier to
>  accept.
>   As soon as I began to accept my differentness my personality began
>   to blossom again.  I became more social and outgoing, like I was
>   before I was diagnosed.  I stopped wishing every night to be just
>   like everyone else, and I even found some positive light to my
>   situation.  I realized that being diabetic didn't make me worse than
>   everyone else, and it didn't mean my life would be less fun and
>   exciting.  The change in my attitude was noticeable, and in many
>   instances, instead of being pitied, I was given respect for dealing
>   with my diabetes.  I was no longer self conscious of being diabetic,
>   and as a result people around me became more comfortable with it's
>   existence as well.  They knew that since I wasn't embarrassed of it,
>   that they didn't need to be embarrassed to ask questions about it.
>   Most importantly, by accepting my diabetes, I realized I didn't need
>   to be like everyone else to be happy.
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