So its the 18th of December. 5 years ago I was rushed into hospital by my mum from my doctors surgery and admitted into ICU, my blood sugars were high, my ketone levels even more dangerously so, I had dropped so much weight you could see my ribs and was constantly attached to the tap. The next few days were spent with hourly obs, on the 7th floor of a childrens hospital watching the snow over the ocean, with everything feeling so surreal. I remember my first injection, I remember every injection since then. I remember the horror flowing through me as my doctor explained what was room and the dawning realization that it would never go away. Since then I done endless blood sugar finger prick tests, and gone from multiple daily injections, to wearing an insulin pump 24/7, but at the end of each day Im just another girl praying for a cure so she doesnt have to monitor her health daily and have her organs run on AAA batteries.