Thursday, August 15, 2019
My nephew was diagnosed at 7 with Diabetes 1. In those days there was one set of recommendations and my brother's household was operated by the diabetes rules of the day. He struggled for most of his life trying to maintain a healthy approach to this insidious disease. Turns out that he was a brittle diabetic. He could follow every rule to a T and he still couldn't stabilize his sugars. My nephew passed away at 43 spending his last 5 years going back and forth to doctors and hospitals coping with the damage caused by his disease. My sister in law was his primary caregiver for the last 3 years as my brother continued to work. She paid a very high emotional price during this stressful time. She also gained massive amounts of weight as did my brother. The irony is that they both have been diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes. They know the drill. The struggle is to regain emotional as well as physical health. They joke and say that it isn't real diabetes because they don't use insulin. They take medication in the form of a pill. Given their background and knowledge I am stunned by this approach. Anyway, I have been dealing with emotional upheaval myself for the past year and a half( that story later) and I also turned to some favs for comfort. I gained 25 pounds and felt like crap. On a regular visit to the doc he ordered the a1c test and my results (6.4) indicated prediabetes. 3 months later with a second test coming in at 6.0 he phoned and informed me that I was prediabetic. Why not with the first test? Needless to say it was an eye opener. My brother and sister in law weren't as alarmed as me. Kind of, if it's going to happen it will happen. Yikes! They set me up with testing equipment so I could have an idea of how my blood sugars were effected by my diet choices and exercise. My approach is vastly different to theirs. My thoughts focus on what will happen to my health down the road and they focus on the next blood test.
The journey unfolds...