Tomorrow is Easter Day, its proper name is Easter Sunday.
I don’t care that I have Diabetes. I don’t care that I have to have needles. I don’t care that I have to see the doctor. I don’t care that I have to wear my shoes everywhere. I don’t care about fingerpricks, I don’t care that I get bad headaches and leg pains. I am tougher than Diabetes.
But yesterday I wasn’t.
I have two new friends. They are brothers. One is almost 10 and one is almost 8. So really, he is still 7, like me.
They come over to my place, and they love to jump on my trampoline with me, and we play cool games together. Yesterday we were playing bike shops. I was the bike salesman, and they were coming to buy my bikes with fake money.
Then the 10 year old said, “Ohhh! We have to go with Mum out to that farm to get some straw! Remember? We have to make our Easter nests!
We make an Easter nest too. And we leave out a carrot and a glass of milk.
But then the 7 year old boy said to me, “Lance, Easter is the best time of the year for me. I get to eat as much chocolate as I want. Last year, I ate so much that I was sick from it. My vomit tasted like pure chocolate!”
I told them proudly that I didn’t get chocolate, but that I got other cool stuff instead.
Then they asked why I got cool stuff and not chocolate.
I told them I had Diabetes and that it’s best to stay away from chocolate.
They looked at each other and laughed.
“Pfft. Lance, you’re the only kid I know who doesn’t get Easter Eggs. And, you are the only kid I know that has Diawhatsis. What is that, anyway?”
I don’t know why, but I felt like crying.
I said, “It’s Diabetes. I’ll get my Mum and she can tell you what it is.”
The ten year old said, “Boring! No no no no no, don’t bother. I don’t wanna KNOW what it is. It sounds creepy but. Everyone eats chocolate, and you’re the only one who can’t!”
My mum came out and told the boys to go home, because I had to have my insulin and dinner. I started to cry, because when they left, I heard one of them say “Freakazoid.”
Mum is mad. She has written their Mum a letter. She is going to give it to her on Monday, after Easter.
Anyway, last year, someone DID give me Easter Eggs, and I was allowed one a day. They made my blood sugar go up so fast, that I gave them to my best neighbour, because she loves chocolate. I hated feeling sick everyday.
The Easter Bunny always has bought me stuff, that’s almost better than what Santa brings!
But for the first time, yesterday, I hated having Diabetes, and I did feel like a freakazoid.
Ellyn said,
11 October, 2008 @ 6:35 am
Don’t let them get to you Lance. They are ignorant. You’ve seen the world and all the wonderful and terrible things it can do, and they probably no nothing past video games and “vomiting chocolate”. Ick!
But you just have to ignore them because they don’t understand. If that’s how they want to respond, then what friends are they?
You deserve better than that.
Besides, chocolate doesn’t last that long, but other stuff lasts forever
I’ve been reading all your posts recently, and you are such an inspirational child! You are so brave and kind, and have so much love to give out
Keep being wonderful Sir Lance-a-lot!