Chapter 1
I was born in the small town of Forks, Washington on September 13. I weighed 4 pounds, eleven ounces and I was 2 months premature. I had a loving mother and a loving father and was ready to go home in a week. I was 10 months old when my first little brother, Andrew, was born. My mom was working at a bank and my father flipped pizzas. Even though I don't remember it, I was happy
Fifteen days after my first birthday, I was diagnosed with type one diabetes. My parents had to learn how to prick my finger and give me shots. At the age of two and a half I got another brother, William. By the time I was four and a half I had three brothers, Andrew, William, and Paul. At the age of six I had already been in the hospital several times concerning my diabetes. I still couldn't give my own shots and I thought my parents were torturing me.
Right before my seventh birthday I went to a diabetes camp, Camp Conrad Chinnock. It was here that I learned that I was normal. It was here that I learned how to give a shot. It was here that I felt like a part of a family. When I got home I couldn't wait to show my mom and dad that I could do my own shots!
After camp everything was great. I was learning more about how to take care of my diabetes, I had three younger brothers and my neighbor was my best friend. Everything changed when David was born.