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The Day I Became Diabetic and other short stores abut and life page one 2002
The Day I Became Diabetic
By Jenffer A. Jay
About sixteen years ago my dad got diabetes. Ever since I have worried that I would also become a diabetic. I was a student at Yukon College. After school one day in September my legs stiffened up so much I could hardly walk. I was very thirsty and drank a lot of pop, more than usual. Something was very wrong with me and I didnt know it just yet. After five days the pain was too much to bear so I went to the hospital. At the hospital some blood tests were done. Then I got some bad news. My sodium was very low. Then they hit me with the really bad news. My blood sugar was really high.
I spent about a week in the hospital. First my sodium was replaced. Then they started me on insulin. Soon my doctor gave me a glucose-testing machine to test my own blood. I was given two insulin pens. One of them is for fast acting insulin that I take during the day when I eat. The other is slow acting to use before I sleep. I also take a pill when I eat.
Over the next few days I got better. The pain in my legs was gone and I could take my blood sugar readings. I also learned to give myself the insulin needle. With a no or low sugar diet, I got well enough to go home. About four months have passed now and I am doing fine. I take good care of myself and I have stopped being angry. With the help of my friends I will go on living a full life.
the following story is in memory of my grandmother:
My grandmothers box of cookies
By Jenffer A. Jay
I remember the Christmas of 1973 in Vancouver. My grandmother gave us my brothers and sisters big boxes of cookies (home made and store bought) and a lot of different candies. Each of us got our own box of cookies. The box that the cookies were in was from The Bay and it we the size of a big cake box.
Of all the toys and other presents I got that year, the box of cookies was the best gift. I used the cookies for my school lunches for the next two mouths. This was the last gift from my grandmother and the last time I was with her at Christmas. Looking back, the box of cookies is something I have remembered the all of my life.
Today about 28 years later thinking of those cookies I remembered of the love of my grandmother... When I see a box of cookies at Christmas its reminds me of that Christmas.
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