Sunday, August 1, 2010


Okay guys. Let me tell you about one aspect of my life. Diabetes.

When I was 7 years old I was diagnosed with Type 1 (Juvenile) Diabetes. Ever since 1989 Diabetes has always played a leading role in my life. Rain or shine. Sickness or health. It's something I can't ignore...even if I want to. Over the past 21 years I've had a love/hate relationship with my disease. There are so many emotional/spiritual/mental challenges AND blessings that have come with this aspect of my life.

I remember everything about being diagnosed. Leading up to my diagnoses I remember having the symptoms. I would sneak up to the kitchen and chug glasses of milk while my family was watching "Full House" or some other late 80's TV show. I didn't really think much of it. Just quenching my killer thirst right? Little did I know that my mom was watching me and clearly recognized my symptoms! Quickly I was taken to the doctors and had my first experience of having my blood drawn. (!!)
October 9, 1989--A few days later I was playing at my friend Matthew's house. I even remember what we were playing (we were making a fort under his pine tree). I guess you remember the details when a life-altering experience happens in your life. I remember my sister Michelle running down the block yelling to me that I had to return home. I remember the urgency in her 9 year old voice.
When I walked in the door I saw my Mothers tear-streaked face. She and my Father told me that I had a disease called diabetes and that we were going to the hospital for further treatment. I remember taking a shower before we left for the hospital. As I washed my hair I remember saying to myself, "why me?" That's all I could think of. Why me? A seven year old kid? What did it mean to have diabetes?

Well, the journey all began there. I was so little. Ever since that warm fall day in 1989 my life has been altered. To be honest, I can't really remember what it's like NOT to have diabetes. It's been a long road and that road has led me here. Right now. In the present moment. About 3 weeks ago I had a doctors appointment. He looked at me at the end of our time together with those worried/disappointed eyes. "work on exercising more. work on getting your A1C down." In laymans terms he was saying: Loose weight and get your diabetes under control. When he said those words something clicked in my heart and in my head. I needed to change. At that moment in the doctors office I knew. I knew that this would be my pivot point.

So I set a date. The date when the change would begin. August 1, 2010. The plan for change is called: PROJECT PUMP. I want to get a insulin pump in the near future. There are so many things I can to do prepare. Test my blood sugar more often. Watch what I eat. Carbo-count...etc. I bought myself some nifty little notebooks to kickstart my new plan. I'm writing everything down.

This project is not going to be easy. I know it's necessary though. It's not just for me. It's for my future family too. I owe it to myself and I owe it to them. I'm grateful for this pivot point. I'm grateful that I can change for the better. Most importantly I know that I can reach my goals with all the support I receive from God, my family, and my friends. Team Sara is ready to go!

Joy in Journey! May the force be with me! Live long and prosper. Nanoo, nanoo, nanoo!


  1. Love you more than words can say! So proud of you and am in full support of Project Pump! You can do it!

  2. Go Boo!! I bleeve in you! Etc. Etc.

    I TOTALLY know what you mean about having something that's a blessing and a curse. I'm the youngest person I know with a metal hip!