My Non-Functional Pancreas My life growing up was everything a kid could dream of: playing outside, having a ton of friends, and even eating whatever I wanted. What kid doesn’t want that? This is something that has changed my life completely. This is when I was diagnosed with Type One Diabetes. Close to the end of Kindergarten, I was extremely sick. Normally, even when I was sick, I would still be playing and doing what any other little girl would do. However, this time it shocked my parents deeply. While I was ill I did not want to eat anything, I always wanted something to drink and I was losing an extreme amount of weight for a six year old girl; to the point where my clothes did not fit me correctly and my underwear hung on me instead of being snug. I was not healthy by any definition. I was sleeping constantly and when I bent over, you could count all of the vertebrae in my back. Concerned, my mom called my pediatrician and they decided to bring me in the next day; instead of waiting until my annual birthday check-up. It seemed like a normal doctor’s visit, they took my vitals and collected a urine sample. What seemed like a lifetime was only thirty minutes until my doctor, Doctor Zipf, came in with the horrible news. They explained to my mother and I that what happened to me was Type One Diabetes. In fact, I was suffering from an extreme side effect that was called Diabetic Ketoacidosis. What Diabetic Ketoacidosis is, is when all of the insulin in my pancreas stops
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Around the end of January I began to feel ill. I was becoming weaker, I couldn’t even stand in the shower by myself. I lost around 10 pounds too. In the beginning of February, I went to the doctor with my mom. The doctor said we shouldn’t worry about it and it was probably just the flu. She also took a couple blood tests just in case it was something else. My mom took me to work with her, because she didn’t want to leave me alone at home. Later on that day, the doctor called my mom and told her to bring me into the hospital as soon as possible. At the time I had no idea what diabetes was. I was only 8 years old. It was February 9, 2007, and I was diagnosed with Type One Diabetes. I ended up staying in the hospital for that whole week, and stayed
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I then said, “I’m not sure what is wrong but I’ve been having a little pain and I can’t keep any food down.” The doctor then checked me out, took tests, and then pretty much told me that I was a crazy old lady who was imagining things. Even though that doctor didn’t believe me, I knew something was wrong. I went and tried to get other doctors to believe me, but like my doctor, no one did. After a couple days of pain and no one believing me, I then went to my daughters house and all of us headed to the Jay County Hospital.
On the eve of my seventeenth birthday, I was having a birthday party with my family, and I was not feeling well. My asthma had been bad for the past few months, but seemed to be worsening. I even had to leave my party for a little bit to take an aerosol treatment. That seemed to help, but only for about thirty minutes. I started to wheeze again, and I was not able to catch my breath. I have had asthma all of my life and have been in the hospital several times for exacerbations. After my family had left, my parents knew I needed to go to the emergency room. I took my rescue inhaler right before my parents and I left to go to the emergency room. We ended up going to Nationwide Children's Hospital in Columbus, Ohio. Once I arrived, there was a long line ahead of me, but a triage nurse listened to my wheezing and sent me straight to the front. The nurses seemed panicked when they took me back to a critical care section of the ER. When I got in a room, I knew it was serious because there were five nurses and two doctors. I ended up staying at Children’s Hospital for a week and being on oral steroids for four months. Because of my asthma, I missed a lot of school during my junior year. I was on oral steroids for a long period of time, so it began to weaken my immune system.
Patient G.M. is a four-year-old female from a middle class family living in San Diego. She originally presented with her mother and father to her general practitioner with lethargy and several vomiting episodes in the past few days. Her father stated concern after realizing her frequent urination in the past week. Her vital signs upon initial assessment were HR 140 RR 22 Temperature 102.7 degrees Fahrenheit, BP 70/62, O2 saturation 97%, 32 pounds, and 40 inches tall. Her General practitioner was concerned about type I diabetes and performed a blood sugar check. Upon assessment the monitor read HI, indicating that the level was above 500 and too high for the monitor to read. The doctor informed them she needed immediate treated in the closest pediatric ER due to the potential for diabetic ketoacidosis.
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We asked you to fast the night before so we could be certain that this was not just due to your breakfast. These results mean that you most likely have type one diabetes.” Those last three words bounced around my brain before settling right behind my eyes, making them sting and water. What did she mean? I thought that diabetes was what grandmothers were diagnosed with- not eleven-year-olds who were just enrolled in middle school. The doctor could detect the denial and dubiety in my face. She explained to me that my weight loss, extreme thirst, and overall lethargy were caused by this diagnosis. The puzzle pieces began to click into place, but I wanted to decimate them. The rest of the information from my doctor was directed toward my mother because I had begun to cry. Hot, silent tears burned rivets down my face, but I just let them trickle onto the thin paper of the table. My mother gently tugged at my arm, and she led me to our car and explained that we were on our way to an endocrinologist. The endocrinologist would be able to better explicate all of the technicalities associated with my diagnosis. As we drove, my tears dried on my skin, and my face felt hot and itchy. My whole world felt like it was cascading down,
When I was a little girl, I would pretend that I was a nurse or even a doctor. I treated my teddy bears as if they were my patients from the doctor’s office, I would bandage up their broken legs and make sure they were not sick. When my mom was getting sick, I was helping my sister take care of our mother. Then, I started to take care of my mom by myself, because my sister had to do a lot of runs. Every day I came home from school, I would go and make sure my mom was okay. I would make sure she is taking her medications and even make sure she walks regularly. My mom was getting sicker and sicker, I didn’t know what to do, and my
My experience as a youth of family members with severe illnesses have been profound and life shaping. Although they are not experiences that are rare, they do not parallel with the experiences of others. As shown here, they are unique and mirror multiple identities developed in a child’s young life. My story began years ago when I was sitting in the living room cuddled up under my soft, worn-out, bear blankie on a brisk fall day when the phone rang. Upon interrupting my Spongebob marathon, I answered the phone. “Hello?” Immediately my mom picks the phone up in the other room, “Sam, hang up the phone, I need to talk to Aunt Sandy.” Resuming my Nickelodeon marathon, the house became uncomfortably quiet. Aunt Sandy called to tell our family
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