Four Year Flashbacks (Part 3)

"It must be a mistake," I heard one of my  parents exclaim to the nurse softly.
"No," the nurse  said, repeating herself. "She will have to be on insulin for the rest of her life."
My heart sank a little, but hope still remained.
One of my parents came up to me. "Yeah,  no, we're certain there's been a mistake about the Diabetes. It  could be a number 0f other things."

I didn't see my parents together much. I mean, they weren't together.

I guess when your kid ends up in the  hospital that that's as good an opportuntity as any to have a reunion.

I still didn't believe it myself. Why should I? You don't just wake up like this,  do you? Well, I didn't think  so.  I had been "normal" just a mere three days ago.  Had been at prom three days ago.  With my friends. I  was about to graduate. This couldn't happen to me. I didn't have the time.

My parent's insisting that the diagnosis was a mistake fueled me on. Actually, at this point it was the last hope I could cling  to. Two nurses had come at me at dinner time with needles on both sides - I  would later learn that one contained Lantus,  the other Novolog.  But to me they were just  needle sticks, and this was like literally waking up  in hell.
My friends and their parents came in with apologetic glances on their faces, gifts of lovely flowers or soap, cards and kind words. Erica and Kaitlin, two of  my closest girlfriend's, came in to chat. "You've joined the terminal illness club", Erica said. "Uhm... you mean chronic," Kaitlin corrected her. Kaitlin had Juvenile Rhumatoid Arthritis. I was overwhelmed by the kindness, the support I never realized I had. People posted on my Facebook wall.
It made it real to me...

Except the reality of what they said I was couldn't be real.

And so I waited, thinking that after another conversation, another blood test or visit from the doctor that the news that I  wasn't Diabetic  would come to my rescue. Until then I was biding my time, waiting until I was well enough to get out of there, to get back to the real world.

A few days later they wheeled me from the ICU to an inpatient room, and my parents were in the room with me when a Doctor came in again.
"Are you sure it's not a mistake?" I heard them asking. "No one else in the family has it. There's no logical reason she could have it."

"Yes, we're sure, " The Doctor said. "She has no insulin and she will have to be on insulin for the rest of her life." He said it firmly, it seemed merciless.
I looked at mom, expecting her to argue... except she didn't.
And that's when it sunk in.
The light of hope alive in my heart went out, and in that moment I was stuck with this disease.

And this time, no one was coming to my rescue. There was no way out.