Mom.

At 21, I still like my mom to accompany me to doctor appointments, and I'd rather talk to her than most other people. I've always been very close to my mom. Growing up, I remember how she would wake me up, since I usually slept in her bed, she would check my blood, while I was often still half asleep, give me my insulin, and bring me breakfast in bed. For the first few years of my diabetic life, she came to my school at lunch time to test my sugar. I also remember all the times she drove me half way across town to friends homes, the mall, the barn, was at every cheerleading or dance competition, and never missed a horse show. I am very fortunate to have a mom like her. Although, there were times I wasn't particularly fond of her, or her rules. In high school, she would frequently bring me lunch, so I didn't have to eat nasty school food, countless times she picked me up early when I claimed to be ill, but probably wasn't. She supported me and helped me. I've always been comfortable telling her everything, even when what I was saying made her pretty uncomfortable.

She was the best support I could have ever had to help me cope with my diabetes.

I have the best friend and parent anyone could ask for, all in one person.