So, God Chose Diabetes for Me Caitlin Segundo

I was invincible until I found myself in a dimly lit, white-walled hospital room in the endocrinology department of Children's Hospital Los Angeles. February 19, 2013 will be engraved in the deepest part of my brain forever; I underwent a life-changing experience at the tender age of fifteen. Type-1 Diabetes? It couldn't be! How could my pancreas fail me now? I grieved over an organ that had just given up on me. I was powerless and paralyzed with crippling fear that arose from disbelief.

I made it to the emergency room just on time. If I had waited one more day, I would have fallen to the depths of a diabetic coma or into the darkness of death. An extra day meant I wouldn't have had to face my worst fear - continuously being sick and dependent on man-made insulin. The thought of a syringe's sharp tongue hissing at me constantly gave me nightmares. The anxiety that flooded my body made me feel like couldn't do it. I wouldn't do it. But I had to do it.

The multiple doctors I saw that day sent my mind into an everlasting whirl of apprehensions and inquiries that hastily made their way to my tear ducts. There, they formed into vast oceans that slowly drained down my cheeks and pooled into the emptiness I felt in my chest. It...