As some of my readers (all 10 or so of you… I love all of you!) know, my younger brother saw a doctor at the beginning of this year and was told he was probably pre-diabetic, if not a full fledged Type 2 Diabetic.
The morning I took him for his follow-up appointment, his BG was 178. And I cried – but not in front of him.
We bought a meter and strips. We did a crash course in label reading.
I challenged his physician (ARNP) on some of his “assumptions.” Poor guy never knew what hit him and had never heard of LADA Type 1. (Maybe I should teach at a medical school?)
My brother is now the #4 child of four children taking thyroid medication.
The pre-d? He’s nailing it. He’s lost weight. He reads nutrition labels. His BG numbers are down. The thyroid meds are working.
And he feels pretty damn good about himself. In addition to just feeling better physically.
We talked the other day and he admitted he was scared, real scared back in January.
He also admitted that changing his eating habits (he cooks at a local diner) was really tough. It’s summer – he makes tons of chocolate chip pancakes every day for our visiting tourists. Putting a few potato chips in a small bowl as opposed to sitting on the couch with the whole bag has not been easy for him.
He has thanked me for helping/teaching him.
And now I thank all the Type 2 Bloggers because I couldn’t have helped him without you. I knew so little about Diabetes when I was diagnosed (first with T2, then T1Lada). I know more now, and I’m still learning.
His most important lesson… It’s not his fault.