I was diagnosed almost 6 years ago at age 54. The initial diagnosis was T2. I did the diet and exercise thing for awhile – thought I was God’s gift to Type 2 diabetes as the weight just fell off. But the numbers weren’t getting any better. Hmmm… Read books, but mostly read blogs and became an active (sometimes bitchy) patient. After a few years, an endo switch and tests, the next diagnosis was – and still is – LADA (T1 for us non-juveniles) (friends said, you have what?!).
So, I haven’t been doing this d-stuff near as long as others who blog or facebook or twitter about our diabetes.
I’ve been pumping just over a year. It’s had its ups and downs. I still am leery of making changes to the pump settings. I need one of our great
d-moms (or dads…)! Anyone want to adopt me? I’m cheap, I’ve already gone to college.
My point – yeah, I’m getting there. There are days when I’m tired of this and I want to whine. But I stop myself from whining in public (like on this blog).
Because… here’s my thought (finally…) – I will never have diabetes as long as many of you (or your children), have or will have diabetes.
Allison wrote about diabetes camps today over at DiabetesMine. I was envious.
Meet-ups are photographed and written about. Living in the boonies, there aren’t a lot of opportunities to meet other d’s at the nearest cupcake bakery.
But – big, but! (And no image, just the thought is icky)
The bloggers – all those 20 and 30 and even 40 somethings have been my “go to” when I’m stuck (not the right term but it makes me laugh).
Even better – the d-parents. Their kids were going through some of my exact issues.
And all of it has been helpful.
PS – I have five boxes of the recalled Animas cartridges. Hadn’t used them so can’t blame any crummy numbers on the faulty cartridges. Rats! I will give Animas credit as the email they sent explained all and so, I think they did a good job with a bad situation.