It was a summer day in 1976 when Renee Dale first realized something was wrong with her body.
“I probably had the most embarrassing day of my life. I was out on a baseball field, playing left field. I was bouncing up and down, had to go to the bathroom, had to go to the bathroom. We finished the inning, I threw my glove up in the air and started to run for the bathroom…and never made it.”
Sure, kids have accidents-- but this wasn't normal for Renee. The next day, on her 11th birthday, she was diagnosed with juvenile diabetes. She would have to give herself regular insulin injections and strictly regulate her diet. It was the beginning of a long road.
Flash forward 35 years. It’s not yet 8 a.m. on a Monday and Renee Dale is ready for one of three dialysis treatments she’ll have this week. She’s settled into a heated recliner with her pant leg pulled up to expose a long scar on her thigh. It is there a technician gives her shots of lydocaine before two large gauge needles are inserted.
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