My dear friend Meri just left this comment on my first post:
“I have learnt so much about diabetes from you and Mr T being a part of our lives . Josh has also learnt, he checks food labels and comments about Mr T .xx”
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My dear friend Meri just left this comment on my first post: “I have learnt so much about diabetes from you and Mr T being a part of our lives . Josh has also learnt, he checks food labels and comments about Mr T .xx”
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I just tested Mr T’s blood Glucose [BG] and the result surprised me. I did not expect that: high, very high! My first reaction, of course, angry: WHY ? Then I move in to action mode. There is no other option: I have to add some more insulin, BG will not go down by itself in the case of diabetes 1. The water, no matter how much you drink it will not bring it down to the desired level, without additional insulin. I will add the corrective dose of insulin, but I MUST find out WHY is it so HIGH? I put on my detective badge [I always dreamt about becoming a detective] and I line up the usual suspects: No 1: HUMAN ERROR No 2: EQUIPMENT FAILURE No 3: BIOLOGICAL SABOTEUR No 4: FORCE MAJEURE We speak in tongues. Diabetes tongue that is. For us, the “Number” means Blood Glucose, or actually, the number, the blood glucose meter spits out after Mr T’s finger gets pricked and a small amount of blood gets analyzed. There are all sort of numbers when one is diabetic and has to check BG several times a day. There are “perfect “ numbers too. Mr T has always been a very agile, ever-so-on-the-move child: climbing under and on top of things, jungle gyms, trees. Anything. The activity was always welcomed in our family, more so since he was diagnosed with diabetes at age of 3. We soon noticed that the activity improves absorption and effectiveness of insulin. For the first 3 years after the diagnosis, Mr T was on multiple daily injections of insulin’s. We used pens. He therefore had nothing permanently attached to his body and was free to move, run and climb without a worry of damaging the pump or catching the line and pulling the infusion set off.
We have been part of Diabetes community for nearly 6 years now, since Mr T's diagnosis in June 2006. I soon realized that the doctors are there to guide us and check on us from time to time, but the real understanding and knowledge to be learned about the daily management of diabetes was with people who live with it 24/7.
I reached out to the web, forums and blogs, I met other families, I chatted, I listened and, best of all, I stopped crying. I found "my other home", a place where people understood fully, place of knowledge and reassurance that my son can have a "normal" childhood and life, insulin and all. Today, I am starting this blog because I feel compelled to add our story to the mountain of others with a hope that one day while reading it, another mom, or a dad, or a person affected by diabetes would find something interesting and hopeful in it, that perhaps, just perhaps, might make them stop crying and start smiling, again. |
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October 2014
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