I'm only twenty-two months old and I've been diagnosed with Type I (yep, juvenile) diabetes. I guess my pancreas was attacked by my auto-immune system recently and now it doesn't work. My pancreas doesn't make insulin.
But that's OK. My Daddy's pancreas doesn't work either, and neither does my favorite Aunt Gigi's or my Uncle Nathan's or my Grandpa Kip's. We just don't make insulin.
It's OK because I don't know what a pancreas is and I don't care. I just need to be hugged a lot.
Next to creamsickles, I like insulin best.
I'm OK, though. My Mommy is all over this. She loves me and kisses me a lot and she reads to me every night, too. She does that because I'm a little kid and you're 'sposed to read to little kids.
My Nana loves me a lot too. She lets me come stay with her and play with Chelsea and we go for a walk every morning. I sit on my push trike and Nana pushes me all over the neighborhood and I get to see flowers and birds and things.
My Nana has to give me booboos. It doesn't hurt so I don't know why it makes my Nana sad but it does. She doesn't like giving me booboos. I think my Nana is nice and I hope she will stop feeling sad about giving me booboos soon.
and eases their pain and discomfort.