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As being a young child I always new there was this disease living inside of my father. He was 23 when the doctor told him he had diabetes. My mom tried to help by cooking better going on walks but most of all caring for him, he was active at work. 2 years ago at the age of 54 just turned he died. My heart will always fight for him every day to tell people how young he was how much this changed his life. There is not a day, week or second I don't think of him . Fight on people
As a young girl, I remember watching my grandfather live with a disease called diabetes. My grandfather dealt not only with diabetes, but the complications of diabetes. So you can imagine my fear and dismay when 16 years later the Doctor explained to me that I had diabetes. My head almost exploded with this information. I was scared, and visions of grandpa came to mind. Little did I know it, but I was now on a journey that would totally change my life.
The first thing I had to do was go to the hospital for a bunch tests, then get started on insulin. The first shot of insulin the nurse gave me was my first lesson. Then came the time I had to give myself my first insulin shot. You can not imagine the agony I was experiencing. I could not do it! I never knew her name, but to this day, I believe God sent that nurse to me. She left, but soon came back with a new syringe, a vial of sterile water, and a look of determination. She told me, "You are going to give me a shot with the sterile water." She did not move, she did not even grimace.
As time went on, I became more knowledgable with what I would have to do to just exist. I would like to say that I could end the story here, and that I lived happily ever after. But I can't. For you see, diabetes invades and permeates your life. There is not a decision that I make that is not affected by this disease.
You might ask, can anything good come out of living life with such a horrible disease that permeates everything and just won't go away? I can today answer that question with a resounding yes! It has made me compassionate for others! So when you see me don't ask me how my diabetes is doing, ask me how I am doing. For if you know me at all, you will know that I refuse to allow diabetes to define my life.
When I was 7 years old, I ran into my brother’s head, and it knocked me out. The next few days I was acting weird, so my parents took to the hospital, and it was discovered I had diabetes.
I started on NPH insulin twice a day, and learned how to give myself a shot (glass syringe and long needles at that time). During grade school, I would have reactions, and those were the really bad reactions convulsing on the floor, until I was given some food to bring me out of it.
I always seem to come out of them, and nothing serious happened to me because of a reaction. I did graduate from school, and eventually got a factory job, and worked there for 11 years, until another better job became available, and I took that. I spent 25 more years working in that factory, until I was laid off, and when I returned, they placed me in a job I couldn’t handle. I would have low blood sugars, and they wouldn’t let me check it.
I was on Lispro for a while, but made my blood pressure drop, and I would faint. I was switched to Lantus, however after a few years; I also fainted again and had to fine a different solution. After this, I was switched to a Medtronic Insulin pump, and that has worked well for me for the last 12 years or so.
My last 3 HA!C’s have been 6.8. Not bad for a diabetic of 53 years.
I do have sleep apnea, and do use a C-pap for this condition.
When I returned to work, and they wouldn’t let me check my blood sugars, I went on their disability coverage, and eventually did go on Social Security Disability. I’ve been on that now for about 2 years.
Take care, and I’ll keep pumping away!
Sincerely, Marvin Waid
During a routine exam by my general practioner. I was told I had type 2 Diabetes. Just like that! I was given a kit to check my blood with and sent home. I was told nothing about what I was looking for when I test or even diet. It was rather scary.
I went home and got right on the internet and educated myself. I thought about those with no computer skills or acess. How about those who were just not educated enough to know that there was more to diabetes than testing the blood.
I realised I needed to educate my physician in working with diabetic patients. And I did!!!
I'm 17 years old and I had been admitted to hospital a couple of times. At first I got told I might of had meningitis, but after all different types of tests they diagnosed me with MODY diabetes which is Maturity Onset Diabetes of the Young. It is sometimes compared to type 2 diabetes and shares some types of type 2 symptoms.
Getting the news I was shocked and confused. But now I have taken diabetes into my own hands and dont let it control my life. Having diabetes isnt the end of the world. Yes, its a disease but if you think about it your better off than most people.
Hello my name is latoya, i am 34 years of age and have been fighting type 2 diabetes for thirteen years. When i was first diagnosed i didnt take my illness serious, i figured since i was so young and wasn't experiencing any sickness that I was ok.
Because of my neglect, my illness has gotten worse. My kidneys have began to fail, and i have developed neuropathy in my legs and feet. I have some good days and some bad, but for the most part alot of my problems could have been avoided if i would have taken my illness serious in the begining.
It was thanksgiving of 2012 and we had just came back from spending the weekend in the mountains of East Tennessee. We had noticed that our 3 year old son Madden had been peein alot for a couple months. We had talked about it and decided we would take him to the doctor just to get him checked out. We went to the doctor and they told us that his blood sugar was really high and sent us straight to Vanderbilt Children's Hospital. They ran some test on him and we found out he had type 1 diabetes and it scared the crap out of us cuz we knew nothin about it. They gave him some insulin and sent us home. The next mornin we came back to Vanderbilt for some schooling on diabetes and was able to get a better understanding about diabetes. Since then we have learned alot and met some other families of kids with diabetes. Madden has been doin great about checking his finger everyday and takin his shots. The hardest thing is snack time and him wantin stuff that has too many carbs in it but over all he has been doin great. We have been lookin at puttin him on a pump so we go back to Vanderbilt in 3 months to see about gettin him on one. I'm kinda nervous about puttin him on one cuz I'm just not sure how it will be with a 3 year old carrying around a pump at daycare but from everyone we have talked to they say it was the best thing they have done. But overall Madden has been doin great with his diabetes.
I was 9 1/2 years old, just got home from school. I was sick all weekend constantly puking till I was left dry heaving. My face was sunken in Monday morning so my mom took me to the hospital. By the time we got there I had fallen into a coma for a couple days. When I woke up my doctor told me I have type 1 diabetes. When I went back to school all friends avoided me and called me a freak, I felt alone. I was in elementary school at that time. Because of that experience I kept my condition a secret. I kept it a secret for the rest of my school years. It's been 13 years and my diabetes is still not under control. I can't seem to get my butt into gear and get it under control, I try so hard. If anyone could give me some advice as to how I can accept the facts that I have this condition. I haven't really had any complications and I'm lucky for that. I'm in denial still and can't seem get through it. I've been lectured and I know complications can lead to death. I'm struggling.
My name is Chris, I am 31 and I was diagnosed with type 1 when I was 4. After receiving my pump at 21, I started eating whatever I wanted because I never could eat anything. After 10 years I had gone from 5'11" 140lbs to 5'11" 240lbs. I was no way obese but I was overweight. On my 31st birthday I woke up and said I am going to be healthy. I ran that morning and ate smart the rest of the day. I started riding my bike at night, at first I was riding 5 miles then I moved to 8 then to 12 then on the weekends I was riding 25 miles. I started eating fruit whenever my sugar dropped and I started dropping weight. In October, I weighed 185lbs. I trained for a 5k and finally had energy. . Currently I am 175lbs holding steady and in November I finished my first 5k run in 29 minutes and 49 seconds. All this change started May 4, 2012. Anyone can do it if they change their life and their diet.
I am constantly surprised at how many people suffer from type 1 or 2 and do not know that they are completely different diseases. The cure for one won't cure the other. Type 2 doesn't get bad and become type 1. There are so many misnomers about diabetes, what causes each type, cures, medication vs. insulin, good diabetes, bad diabetes, babies that are overweight or who's mothers ate sugar become type 1 diabetics, etc. We need to get the right information out there. Every type 1 diabetic needs to be in therapy to be able to handle everything on their full plate, every diabetic needs to be a part of the diabetes community in some way so they are not alone with this disease and they can learn from others as well.
My daughter was diagnosed at 20 months of age on October 20, 1992. Life is good but she suffers every single day. I pray every day for a cure...