I have been a Diabetic since I was thirteen MONTHS old. People always look at me and then go “did you say Months?” I was an infant. I went into a coma for seven days. No one thought I would make it. There were dozens of hospitalizations over the years and I was always “different”. Things weren’t as advanced back then as they are now. I had to be on insulin shots from the very beginning. I had to check my blood sugar 4 or more times a day my entire life. It’s depressing. I couldn’t do the things that I wanted, I couldn’t run and play, I never had the energy. I remember my Grandpa saying I was here for a very special reason because I had survived…. But now I’m not so sure.
I had the hardest pregnancy that my doctors had ever seen. I stayed in the hospital the entire time. I don’t have the words to explain everything I went through. I thought after that, I would be ok.
Then in 2007, out of the blue, I had a heart attack. I had an undiagnosed hyper-thyroid. I also have Glaucoma and Grave’s disease. I can’t figure out why? There is so much at once, to one person. One of these would be tolerable but all of it…. I don’t want to seem whiny or weak, but it’s so hard sometimes. How do I make it? See I have no Health Insurance. I try to take the best care of my conditions that I can but I can’t go to the Doctor when I should, I can’t get the lab work done every 3 months to keep blood sugar and my thyroid evened out. I do not qualify for any assistance. I’m unable to work, but I cant apply for disability because I can’t go to the doctor to get him to say I can’t work. I feel like I’m on some roller coaster with no end, except my death.
I’m 33 years old. I have a beautiful daughter who is the light of my life. People don’t realize I’m sick. All of my illnesses are on the inside so I get the looks and whispers about why I’m sick, “why does she never feel good”. My own family gets tired of my “not feeling good”. I suppose I’m asking for support from the members of “Fight Like a Girl Club” because I don’t see a way out. I don’t understand how doctors or people who decide who qualifies for medical assistance can let someone like me just “go to waste”. I feel like I just don’t matter, that because I’m not wealthy, I’m not allowed to be healthy.
Thank you for listening to my story. If you have any suggestions, please let me know. The desperation is inhibiting my ability to Fight. Thank you.
This story is intended to convey a personal experience and, because every person’s experience is unique, should not be relied upon as a substitute for professional healthcare advice.