Hi. In this book I think I'll go by Amy. So hi. I am a type 1 diabetic. I have been a type 1 diabetic since I was 2 years old, so a long time.

Now before anybody jumps to any conclusions no, I was not a fat child. Type 1 is hereditary, it is in my mother's side of the family. So, I don't need a ton a people commenting "Omg you were so fat as a kid you got diabetes?!". That type of diabetes is type 2. When I was small and in fourth grade a few new friends that I'd made asked me what diabetes was. Well one of them had a grandparent with type 2. She told me that when I was little my parents fed me too may sweets and that's why I have diabetes. I know it's stupid but I believed her. I was gullible and at the time it was easier to accept than hereditary and uncontrollable.

Now to the actual story. Most people remember things that scare them. That's what happened to me. My earliest memory is one of my greatest nightmares. The very first thing I remember is multicolored tubes and suction cups. This was the doctors and nurses. When I was diagnosed my nana knew what to expect because her sister had type 1. She saw the signs and sent me in. The doctors were putting sensing things on my body to measure my levels and such. That's about it. Like many people I and a high blood sugar when I went into the hospital, however I did not have unreadable numbers. I believe I was in the 500s.

I remember the hospital sending me a bear a few weeks later. It was to help me cope. It had balloons and, well, it was a bear so I went ballistic. This bear helped me so much with my diabetes. It had patched in all the place I could give my shots. Now I do not mean the alcohol shots, I mean the injection of a needle into my body. I, actually, have that bear with me to this very day.

I remember getting bullied, but that's a story for another day so please, stay tuned.