The next day, I was back at school. I was pretty nervous espeically being a brittle diabetic. My friends already knew since I told them when they visited me. Stacey told me I'd do just fine. That made me feel better.

In English, I was feeling very tired all of sudden. Plus, I had this headache. I bet that has something to do with my blood sugar. Sure enough when I checked it, it was high at 300 mg/dl. I felt better after drinking two orange juices because my blood sugar went down a bit, but it was still high at 200 mg/dl. I also used my insulin.

My teachers already knew about my brittle battle because Dad told them so they would know if something goes wrong. I don't think it would be too hard even though having low and high blood sugars a lot would drive me nuts. It's going to be tough to be brittle.

"You can join a support group for diabetes," suggested Kristy. "Robin joined one and did much better about handling her diabetes."

"I could do that. I'll check with Dad," I said.

I bet I'd feel better on how to manage my blood sugar. I think it would be a great idea. Later, I talked to Dad about joining the support group for diabetes.

"Kristy told me about it. Her cousin joined and felt better about managing her blood sugar," I said.

"That does sound like a good idea," said Dad.

"Perhaps I would like to join one to help me keep my blood sugar under control," I said.

"Of course," said Dad.

I knew he would agree with me. I searched for one and I signed up at the hospital, it would be in a meeting room. It would start a week from Saturday. Plus, I just got a medical bracelet to take with me when I'm away from home to let anyone know I'm diabetic. It took a few weeks to get it by mail. At least I'm all set.

The next thing I knew, I had a spot. Good, I'm all set to join the group. It turned out it was the same group Robin joined according to Kristy.

"How long did hers last?" I asked.

"Just six weeks, they would cover up everything you need to know about diabetes. Anyone can join who wants to prevent diabetes from happening, which is seperate course," said Kristy.

"I never knew that," I said.

"Neither did I until Robin told me, but I choose not to join since it didn't run in family. She's the first one to have it according to my mom," said Kristy.

"My paternal grandfather had it, which is how I got it," I said. "But he didn't had brittle diabetes. He had Type 2 Diabetes."

A week later, the group started and I was getting nervous. I didn't know anyone. Stacey didn't need to join since she knows how to keep her blood sugar under control. I wish that was me.

But the group didn't sound bad. A group leader was very nice. She gave us new diabetics great advice. I felt much better. I did told her mine was different than anyone: I'm actually brittle.

"It causes my blood sugar to be high or low often. Plus, it takes awhile for my blood sugar to go back to normal," I said. "It's not easy to be brittle."

"You're not alone. Everyone feels that way," said the leader.

That made me feel great about that. Stacey is brave about her diabetes. I'm brave, too, but brittle diabetes is very scary to handle if you've not careful.

After that, I told Dad about it.

"I'm glad to realize I'm not alone since everyone feels that being diabetic isn't easy to deal with," I said.

"That's true," agreed Dad.

"Was grandpa like that when he had diabetes?" I asked.

"He was very good at handling his diabetes," replied my father.

Two weeks flew by and everyone seems to know what to do now including me. So, none of us need to continue for the three more weeks unless they choose to come. I might either continue or stop. I'll see how my diabetes go first.

Luckily, it did work. My blood sugar has been fine. I'm glad about that, so I made a decision to stop going to the group. But the leader said I can go to her if I want more advice about my diabetes. I agreed with that idea. So did Dad.

Plus, whenever my blood sugar gets high, it took one glass of Orange juice to get my blood sugar to go back to normal. Thank God for that. It never got low to my surprise.