My Type 2 Diabetes Diagnosis
It has been many years since I first heard about type 2 diabetes. That first conversation with my family doctor was only a warning. My A1C was beginning to slide in the wrong direction, but I was still in good shape. I remember thinking about how much I loved pasta, cookies and chocolate, and I thought this could become a real problem. I don’t remember the exact year of this doctor visit, but it is still clear in my mind as an accurate warning.
I took his advice and began watching what I ate, a little. Exercise was never something that I did regularly, so it was not something that I really wanted to add. However, I remember going to a local gym on a whim, and while I was on the treadmill during my complementary visit, I felt deep in my soul that I needed to take this seriously. I signed up for the gym that day, and began going to the gym everyday. During this time, my A1C was good, and I only had elevated sugars when I was out of the country, in a remote area where I was not able to control my diet at all. When I returned from one of those trips, I knew that something had changed. The way that my body was processing things seemed different. Even with this, my A1C was still okay.
Fast forward a little more…I married my knight in shining armor, and discovered baking again. Oh goodness!!! Life was good. The smell of homemade, fresh baked cookies and cakes filled the kitchen, and I could not stop. On top of this, he was not into working out at that time. In the past five years, he has found exercise to be essential for his own life, but in those first few years of marriage, it was cookies and cakes with no exercise at all. For the most part, I was conscious enough of my small limitations to be careful not to overdo it too bad, but I knew that I was not sticking to the plan.
In 2010, we were expecting our son, and that was the first time that I had ever heard of gestational diabetes. In the days leading up to the test I was worried that I would have to deal with this, but more than that I was worried about what would happen to my baby. The test revealed that I had gestational diabetes, and this is where my journey with diabetes really began.
By the end of my pregnancy, I was taking large amounts of insulin, frequently, but my blood sugars remained controlled, resulting in a healthy baby boy. After the birth, I was diagnosed back to pre-diabetic with strict instructions to keep my diet under control. I was also told to stay on a low dose of Metformin.
Then in 2013 we were expecting our daughter, and the gestational diabetes was back. I had to take similar amounts of insulin, and along with controlling my diet, my blood sugars remained controlled. We have a healthy little girl.
Living with diabetes
Three years after her birth, I am living with type 2 diabetes. I know that I am blessed to have it under control with medication. I know that some of you with type 2 have a hard time keeping it all under control, even when you are doing everything you are supposed to do. I can relate to that because while I was pregnant, there were so many times that it just seemed that no matter what I did (or didn’t do), my blood sugars would get high. I could barely eat anything that I wanted, and that is not a good thing for a pregnant woman! Thankfully, I am able to eat some of the things that I like now, in moderation, and my medication is working to keep my A1C in a good range.
I will say that I do think about future complications and if my body will continue to do well with just one medication. There is a certain level of fear and frustration that goes along with all of this, and I believe that just means that I’m normal. I mean, I have friends that can eat two and three brownies at a time without it effecting them at all, sugar or weight. That just does not seem fair, right? However, I have to keep it all in perspective. While I do have to deal with this, it is doable. It might be aggravating and sometimes depressing, but it is doable.
We can do this.