FORTY YEARS

Today or maybe I should say February 28th and March 1st, marks a important anniversary for me. My mom took me to the doctor because I had been unwell for some time at this point in 1986. Thought maybe it was the flu, but it was getting worse. I had no balance. Fell over a lot. No confidence at all. No energy. Pale as a sheet and extremely under weight. I missed a lot of school due to this to the point some wandered about my intelligence because things weren't clicking. To this day I still can't remember some things right as perception was heavily affected.

This was a new Doctor I saw, and he wanted to run the test to see if I was diabetic. Mom informed him that the test had been done six times in the last four years with inclusive or negative results. They ran the tests and tomorrow March 1st, 1986, we would get the call that would change everything.

March 1st was to be a busy day already. Blue and Gold Dinner for Boy/Cub Scouts, I was a cub scout, and my brother was a boy scout. March 2nd would be my brother's confirmation. Guess who would miss both? Mom was on the phone most of the morning on Saturday helping with the blue and gold dinner preparations and finally hung up the phone. Seconds later it rang.

‘Terri, hi this is Doctor Dicillo. I have been trying to get a hold of you all morning. I got the test results. You have to get Kurt to the Hospital immediately", said my doctor.

'Why,' my mom would ask.

'Because Kurt is a type #1 diabetic.'

It was not known if I would survive that night in the hospital. As I would find out years later, my blood sugar had been 1200 and I technically dying. I should have been in a coma. I walked into the emergency room on my own power which I should not have been able to that.

They had a crash kit ready for me. They pumped pure insulin into me for 24 hours. Could not eat a thing. Ironically, I given 24 hours to live. They do nothing I was dead. They do something I was possible dead.

My parents had to sign a waiver to have this procedure done and my dad signed it solo because he did not want my mom to have to carry that regret if I have not survived. Mom stayed with me that whole week in the hospital. Come on, I was ten years old, and the hospital did not have PBS, therefore no Doctor Who.

After being on insulin, I could swim; ride a bike and my drawing/writing talents began to shift into turbo. Two months on insulin, the rash I had on my legs for two years literally washed away in the shower. The brain was working and my eccentric behavior returned set at full max.

From that day on, it has been a struggle. I have had good days and bad ones. Days where I ran high and low. No matter how much I try I cannot get it right at times. Playing tag in the dark. Had times where I have been a jerk for no reason. Cannot walk or talk right but had people there to help me.

I have not done it alone. I had overcome these obstacles with the help of The Triune God, my parents, my brother, Karl, and my sister, Freyda, my wife, Kelly, and daughter, Katy, and a list of friends who I could never thank enough or list them all. I thank you all. Your forgiveness: kindness and love is appreciated eternally.

The show goes on as I now have an insulin pump, I am healthy and most of time I am very happy. I consider these 2 days as a great turning point in my life and also why I believe that God truly exists cause for all logical reasons, my story should have ended a long time ago, but I am thankful it hasn't. God is real. Christ lives always. God Bless