I have written in a diary or journal since age 9. I dusted the cover of my first diary the other day and found an entry for October 4th, 1994, exactly one month before I would end up in the hospital with type 1 diabetes at age 11.
Today I’m thinking about Halloween and because it makes me think of costumes, it also makes me think about what I want to do when I grow up. I think maybe I want to go to Egypt and be an archaeologist. Or maybe an ice skater. Or a professional soccer player. Then again, I really like helping people so maybe I’ll grow up to be a doctor or teacher. I don’t know. All I know is I like to help people, especially diabetics like Ana.
I wonder if God remembers our deal? I hope he knows I’m serious about having Him give me diabetes as long as he takes it away from Ana. She is only 3, I’m 11, and a good sister should take the hardship away from her little sister right? Anyway, I keep praying my plan will go according to plan. Talk to ya next time, Diary.