Carsten was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes when he was 7 years old. Ten days after his seventh birthday, we found ourselves in the emergency room. He had a blood sugar level of 508. As many know, this is a sure sign of diabetes.
From the time of his diagnosis until the time of his death at age 21, he lived in misery and was often in pain and sick. Doctors warned him he would not live past 25 if he did not start taking better care of himself. Sadly, he died at 21.
Carsten was a kind and loving young man. He adored animals, especially his support kitty, Gracee. Carsten was deeply loved by his older sister, Tatum, and younger brother, Colin. He leaves behind his No. 1 fan — me, his mom.
When Carsten went into DKA, diabetic ketoacidosis, for at least the 500th time, it was his last. His blood sugar was 808 at the time of his death. He decided to be an organ donor when he got his driver’s license for the first time. This is the most selfless thing he ever did, and it gives me comfort because he lives on in others.
Carsten had a small group of friends who were like family. He touched not only all of our lives, but also the lives of those who received his gift of donation. I could not be more proud of my son. He changed many lives.
Even in death, my son had a soul full of love. His caring nature continues as he shares his precious organs with those who are also sick and suffering.
We love you, Carsten. You blessed our lives for 21 years. We cannot wait to spend eternity by your side.
Loving you always,
Mama and Sissy (Tatum)
