My name is Melissa, I am currently 29, and I've had Type 1 Diabetes for 17 years. I was diagnosed with juvenile diabetes when I was just 12. I had absolutely no signs or symptoms, but during a routine physical my pediatrician found sugar in a urine sample. After numerous tests and doctor visits, I found out my new fate. As I child, I went through all the mixed emotions anyone would have. I didn't understand why it had to be me, or why there was no cure. I took care of myself, but always held a grudge. The older I became, the less I took care of myself. I had become tired of poking my fingers, watching my food intake, and dealing with the hassle I found in my disease. It wasn't until this past year when I became pregnant with my son, Noah, that I realized how important my health was. It wasn’t only important for myself but for everyone else in my family. I started checking my blood sugar as often as possible, eating healthier and trying to take the best care of myself to make sure my son would have no problems coming into this world. Even after Noah was born, I realized, I had to take great care of myself in order to take great care of him. He's been my wakeup call and lifesaver. I pray every night for a cure, much like everyone else, but in the meantime, I will enjoy this life to the fullest knowing I have a very livable and treatable disease.