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My sweet girl was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes on December 19, 2005. She had been losing weight all summer, but she had grown a couple of inches, so we thought it was just her body balancing out. I look back at her photos now and I wonder how I missed it. We spent four days in the hospital learning what our new normal would be. Insulin, shots, blood glucose checks. Teaching a 12 year old that was terrified of needles, how to give her own shots so she could be as “normal” as possible. She was in 7th grade, ready to start hanging out with friends without mom and dad with her. She had choir trips to go on, important life things to do. We were not going to let this thing stop her from doing anything or going anywhere. Her lifeline is her insulin pump. It let her be as normal of a teenager as possible In the past 8 years, we have had yucky highs, horrible lows, hospital stays for Diabetic Ketoacidosis, and just plain bad days. But 8 years later, my sweet girl is a 20 year old college junior majoring in Middle School Education so she can share her love of history with young minds. She still has bad days. Type 1 Diabetes doesn’t play nice and the only thing you can do day to day is “manage” it. I don’t want her to have to deal with this for the rest of her life and she wouldn’t have to…if I only had a Cure.