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5 Differences Between Type 1 and Type 2 Diabetes

Diabetes is one of the oldest and yet most misunderstood diseases. There are many different types of diabetes, however, the most common ones are Type 1 and Type 2 diabetes. They differ based on how they are caused and treated. But the main similarity that Type 1 and Type 2 diabetes do share is elevated blood glucose levels. The inability to control blood glucose levels will also cause the same symptoms and complications in both.

1. CAUSES

Type 1 Diabetes is an autoimmune disease. The immune system mistakes the insulin producing cells in the pancreas as “invaders” and attacks them. Once this happens, the cells can no longer produce insulin and a person is therefore insulin dependent for life in order to stay alive.

Type 2 Diabetes is a metabolic condition. It’s when the body doesn’t produce enough insulin or becomes resistant to it. The condition can sometimes be controlled with proper diet and exercise, or a drug to enhance sensitivity to the body’s insulin production. But sometimes natural insulin production is insufficient and insulin injections are then needed to sustain normal blood glucose levels.

2. INSULIN PRODUCTION

People with Type 1 Diabetes DO NOT produce insulin. Insulin is a hormone that a working pancreas releases to allow glucose (sugar) from carbohydrates that’s eaten to be absorbed for energy. Without this hormone, the body starves and eventually dies. This is why everyday insulin injections is necessary for survival and early diagnosis detection is SO IMPORTANT.

Insulin is normally still produced by people with Type 2 Diabetes. In order to regain sensitivity to insulin, proper diet and exercise is recommended. In some cases, insulin injections are needed to keep diabetes in better control.

3. PREVENTION

Currently, there is no prevention for Type 1 Diabetes. Researchers are hard at work and there are preventative studies being done to find answers (https://www.trialnet.org/). Type 2 Diabetes is not always preventable but by staying active and eating healthy it can lower the risk of developing.

4. TREATMENT

The treatment for Type 1 Diabetes is insulin injections and constant blood glucose monitoring. There is no diet, exercise, or any amount of weight loss that will cure Type 1. Type 2 Diabetes has a few options available, ranging from lifestyle changes, oral pills, and/or insulin injections. Both require careful vigilance in order to obtain good control.

5. RISK FACTORS

Risk factors for Type 1 Diabetes include: Family history, genetics, and environmental factors (such as a virus). Risk factors for Type 2 Diabetes include: Genetics, lifestyle choices, and being overweight.


I’ve Had Diabetes Longer Than I Have Not

I’ve had diabetes longer than I have not–

I hardly remember life without it. It’s become part of who I am. Sometimes I hate that part. Others times I’m proud that I’m stronger because of it. Regardless, I don’t really know any different. The feeling that one minute I’m okay and the next I feel like I’m slowly dying, is all normal to me. I’ve been closer to death than I’d like to admit.

Certain aspects have gotten easier over the years, I’ve learned more about my body and how it reacts. But trying to manage is never perfect. I constantly tell myself to just keep pushing, just keep holding on, and one day this will all be better. Maybe a cure will be found. Or maybe I can be dependent on a device that does all the work for me.

I appreciate the moments where my blood sugar isn’t high or low. I appreciate when life feels somewhat normal, even when it doesn’t last long. I appreciate life because it isn’t promised tomorrow. Having diabetes is ultimately terrifying at times, constant, annoying, demanding, inconsistent, and one crazy hell of a ride.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t fearful of the future. But I’ve also accepted my challenges ahead. Social media has opened me up to millions of others just like me. Who struggle everyday, who inspire, who show diabetes that no matter what—we will never back down. It’s opened me eyes to the fact that I’m not invincible but I’m also not alone.

It’s shown me many are going through difficult times or suffering from complications pertaining to this disease. I once thought that nothing bad could ever happen to me. But then there’s others who are doing amazingly well and it gives me hope. I wonder where I fit in, where I’ll be many years down the road. Being connected to other type 1 diabetics has helped me feel a sense of belonging.

I now look at my body as a temple. I wish diabetes didn’t try to destroy it. I wish I didn’t have to fight everyday and I could just have a break. I do my best to take care of myself. I wish I could take back the years that I didn’t. I wish that diabetes made it easier on me to control. Everyday is a new battle that I never win, but everyday that I wake up is a blessing.

There’s not one minute of the day where diabetes isn’t on my mind. Sometimes I think about what it would be like if it wasn’t there. I imagine that life would be so much easier. But then I think about everything I’ve been through that’s made me who I am. I help teach people about this disease that kills so many and desperately needs more awareness. I fight through some really hard days, but I ultimately live the best life possible. While diabetes has tried to tear me down it has brought out the very best in me.


5 Reminders For Anxious Diabetics

5 Reminders For Anxious Diabetics

By: Sarah Ball


1) You’re allowed to feel thirst, hunger, irritability, and tiredness without having your blood sugars any less than normal.

I have to remind myself that it’s okay to feel what may be symptoms of high or low blood sugars without actually having those symptoms. You’re human. Humans feel thirst. Humans feel tiredness. You are doing fine.

2) Yes, they may be staring. But who cares? You’re taking care of yourself.

When I was newly diagnosed, I was often very anxious in public when I saw people looking over when I was checking my blood sugar, or giving insulin. I often caught kids in school staring at what looked like a pager on my waist. I constantly wished I could hide it, but I realized it doesn’t matter. I’m taking care of myself and ensuring I am living the best life I can. That’s all that matters.

3) You are not a burden.

Never apologize for having to leave the room at a party to check your blood sugar, or to take a break at work to take care of a low blood sugar, or apologize for mentally not being present when you just can’t break that high blood sugar. These are things you can’t control and need to be done. Do not apologize for taking care of yourself. Instead, thank your friends for understanding that sometimes things happen unexpectedly.

4) It’s okay to take a step back and start again.

Sometimes, life can get overwhelming and stress can take over. Finding balance with a disease that never takes a day off can and will be complicated and often it will be difficult to prioritize you. But it’s okay. It’s okay to start over. It’s always okay to fall back as long as you get back up.

5)  Have patience.

Many people don’t understand the complexity and toll that diabetes carries. Many diabetic jokes can only progress ignorance towards stigmas, and yes, you may get tired of the “will you die if you eat that?” question. But many people are willing to learn. Explaining things can often help people understand that Type 1 Diabetes doesn’t stem from eating too much sugar or not taking care of yourself. This can help create a better environment, but it may take time.


When I Am Weak, He Is Strong

When I Am Weak, He Is Strong —

Nothing quite compares to the love you have for your child. The joy and triumph with each new milestone. Watching them grow and learn brings so much pride and contentment. I always say being a mother is the hardest, most rewarding job you can have!

You scream and yell and make a fool out of yourself when they are playing 3rd Grade basketball (or is that just me?!?).

You laugh when they laugh. You cry (but even harder!) when they cry. You want them to succeed and do well in life. You want the absolute best for them (I’m just saying that I certainly wouldn’t be upset if Jett played college football at Ohio State, went on to play for the Dallas Cowboys, all while serving the Lord and telling people what Jesus did for him).

Honestly, I’m writing this blog tonight with a broken heart (but doing what I do best, covering it up with a smile and laughter). Jett, as you all know, fights Type One diabetes every single day. There is no break or down time. He is a trooper and doesn’t complain. You see him as the wild child that loves cars, legos, and his mommy ;). You see him healthy and happy. I see him as the strongest little boy I know.

But, tonight he broke down. My 9 year old little boy, that should only be worried about what little boys worry about cries and tells me he is different. It came out of nowhere. Jett said, “I’m different and I’m never going to be able to do anything. I have a disease that they will never have a cure for!” As he is sobbing, I am trying my best not to cry with him. Because, you know, I’m supposed to be strong and not let him see me get upset. I tell him that he can do anything anyone else can do and he is already such an inspiration. But my usual pep talk isn’t cutting it, he is still uncontrollably crying and upset. Then, we are both crying. He is right. He deserves to be mad and let it out sometimes.

This disease is relentless and although we are going to fight it and give it everything we’ve got, it’s still hard.

I put way too much pressure on him to be strong and to see the positives in every situation. So, all I knew to do was to hug him, cry with him, and tell him that yes this disease does suck—for a lack of better terms—and he did have a right to get angry and be tired of it. He could even scream and cry over it but in the morning, he needs to wake up and keep fighting (mommy will be taking care of it so he can soundly sleep through the night). He agreed to this and even tried to console me as I was crying.

As Dr. Parker says, “A mans got to do what a mans got to do.” And, we have no choice but to fight this.

Even the strongest soldiers get worn down. But, they do not and will not stay down. Jett and I have faith in God and His love for us. We know that all things work for the good of those who love Him and have been called according to His purpose. Romans 8:28

The love I have for Jett doesn’t compare to the love that God has for us. If you are reading this, I know you have some type of struggle in your life. It may not look like what Jett and I struggle with but it is still real and your struggle. Give it to God. Let Him take care of it. When we are weak, He is strong. 2 Corinthians 12:10

Sleep tonight in rest—knowing you have a mighty God that wants the absolute best for you!

Posted with Love, by: Heather Lyons

Also written: If I Am Completely Honest

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When I Am Weak, He Is Strong


 

Letter to the Newly Diagnosed

To the newly diagnosed

With my diaversary right around the corner, I wanted to write to the newly diagnosed.

To the ones who have just had their world turned completely upside down,

I’ve been where you are.

Scared, overwhelmed, confused, angry. There must have been a mistake, right? I am healthy, I’ve never been sick, I’ve never been in the hospital. Until now. This can’t be right. I don’t even know what type one diabetes is.

But, there wasn’t a mistake. I know how you feel. Every emotion you are feeling right now, I’ve felt.

This time in your life is so fragile. You don’t know how you will ever prick your finger multiple times a day. You’re not sure how you will be able to give yourself shots. You don’t know how to count carbs. & then there is your family. so worried about you & so confused on how to help you cope with this new diagnosis & how to cope themselves.

I’ve to been where you are at this exact moment. I’ve lived it.

At first, everything just seems really unbearable.

You will look at food & scream because you don’t know how many carbs are in your meal & you just want to eat & not worry about insulin or numbers. You will refuse to check your sugar because this just isn’t happening. It can’t be.

You will distance yourself from your friends, because how can you expect them to understand something you don’t even understand yourself. You will be embarrassed to give yourself a shot in public because this is still so fresh & how can others watch you stick yourself when you can hardly bare to watch yourself give an injection. The days seem really hard right now & you will feel like you won’t be your normal self ever again.

You will feel defeated & exhausted.

But trust me when I say, you will find yourself again & you will be okay. This will not break you.

Just keep going. Somehow you will keep going.

You will eventually be able to look at food & know exactly how many carbs are in the meal. You will be able to prick your fingers without flinching. You will make your way back to your friends & they will learn how to help you & they will be your biggest supporters. You won’t think twice about giving yourself an injection in public because you aren’t embarrassed of what you have to do to stay alive anymore.

It will still be hard some days, but you know you will make it through. You will still have bad days, but they will sting a little less. You will make the best of what you’ve been handed. You will learn how to take care of yourself & you will love yourself again, diabetes & all.

You will find that you are far stronger than you ever thought & you are capable of anything.

So I know this seems really scary right now, but you will make it & you will be okay. It may take a little while, but you’re going to be okay. Do not let this define you. You are so much more than this diagnosis.

From someone who has been exactly where you are just hold on,

Kylie


Living with T1D in Honduras

To whoever reads this letter:

Hello, my name is Alejandra Solis and I’ve been a T1D for 10 years and also a Honduras citizen since I was born. Yes, you read it right, Honduras a republic located in Central America surrounded by so much natural beauty and many beautiful people who work hard to get their own food to their homes. Honduras has so much to offer starting by the many touristic places you can visit, the food, the beaches, the traditions and the people but pitifully our country has been destroyed little by little for our government and the people who lead it.

I’m not going to talk about Honduras and its lack of democracy, instead I’m going to talk about living with T1D in Honduras and what it implies, but before let me tell you a little bit about my story.

Honduras is a country with a very poor education system in all aspects which implies the poor knowledge people has about T1D (which is pretty common in almost all the world).

I was bullied at school due to my deficiency and because kids at my school didn’t know what it really was like to live with T1D. I missed a lot of days of school because of my high and low blood glucose so I had to change from school to school because of the bullying and the lack of consideration from the teachers. Not all the people at this schools were bad but because of the lack of knowledge they had about T1D they assumed living with T1D was all about not eating sugar and taking your medicine something really funny to me because if this was the case, then living with T1D would be as easy as counting 1 plus 1.

I graduated from high school and started studying medicine just months after my graduation but it was such a battle to get into medical school and not because of my grades, but because of discrimination from people who did not believe in me.

I’ve never been someone who lets diabetes stop me from achieving my goals and getting into medical school was not the case, so I fought to let this people who did not believe in me know that even though I live with T1D I could have the potential to be one of the best medical students. I remember going to my endocrinologist one day and he asked me what I was doing with my life and I told him I got into medical school, then he looked at me and laughed about me because he said diabetics do not have the potential to deal with all the pressure a medical student deals with specially when it comes to rotations.

I remember feeling destroyed by that comment because I considered my endocrinologist as the only person who actually understood what it was to really live with T1D. And to hear him laughing about my T1D just as the people who discriminated me at school made me feel as if I was alone and as if I could not continue in medical school. I wanted to give up but there they were, my parents, to make me believe in myself again so here I am thanks to them, making my dream come true.

Other than dealing with discrimination people with T1D suffer from lack of medication because many people has no job or they have a job but the payment is not enough to buy all medication and the right food to have a diet a T1D needs and enjoys.

The insurance company does not provides us with insulin so we must look for ways to get the money to but it and its because of this reason that many kids die from complications of not well treated T1D. We, the people who live in the city, have a better chance to get a decent job in order to have enough money to buy insulin and visit an endocrinologist and I’m aware that sometimes you have to adapt to a diet that is not the best one but the less expensive prevailing us like this from a diet we can enjoy to one that can help us keep our blood sugar regular and have long life.

I’ve had the opportunity of going to many towns in Honduras and watch by myself the misery in which these people live. Many of these people do not have a glucometer and therefore insulin which leads to the next point: their diet; it consists of rice and beans, soda as Coca Cola, coffee and sweat bread.

The government does not look for these people and the critic condition of their health which is something to worry about because many of this people does not even know they have T1D. Or even worse they do not know how to treat it because no one explains to them what it is and how to control it. Actually Honduras is in a very critical turmoil where many innocent people are being killed, immense amount of violence everywhere, there is not enough incomes to get food for a decent diet and definitely not enough money to buy insulin (not even for the people who live in the city).

My intention with this letter is to make the world see how hard living with T1D is. And even more in Honduras, to make them see the scars, the effort a T1D does in order to keep alive and to make them have conscious whenever they judge a T1D.

I claim people to have consideration and not only for the tiny holes on a T1D fingers from the pricks or the small dots on our body from the needles. The deeper ones, the scars that wont fade. The upset we go through, the days we cant control, the highs that makes us weak. The tears we, Honduran T1D, cry for not having the governments support, the emotions we cant control and the smile we force even on the hard days, the impotence I feel for not being able to help people with no job to get their treatment. It’s my wish to make this peoples voice be heard and make the world see that living with T1D is really a full time job not paid.

Sincerely,
a Honduran T1D.


“My Blood Work For Pregnancy Came With Results For an Autoimmune Disease”

“My Blood Work For Pregnancy Came With Results For an Autoimmune Disease”

By: Megan Carlos


Being 27, newly married with an exciting announcement that a baby was on the way, I thought life was right where it needed to be. My husband and I had just purchased a beautiful house on land close to our family with a farm of animals and endless dreams for our future. We both worked in the Art world of Tattooing and freelance Modeling with a new hope to be parents.

I was announced pregnant August 2017 and Type 1 Diabetic September 1st. The most heartbreaking day of my life. With blood work for pregnancy comes results for an autoimmune disease.

As a result of living with an A1C of 15.6, my unborn child could not survive in my body. When this aggressive news hit me all at once, I thought there was no surviving such traumatic news. News turned to facts and facts turned to choices.

I had the choice to take all odds and work hard to gain the strength I needed to survive through what was to come. Depression sank in, anxiety was second nature, loss for hope for a healthy life with a family became more and more apparent. Knowing that I had to relearn how to live with my new physical body, I had to succumb to a new reality that would soon take control of my mental state.

Although the symptoms of normalizing my blood sugars felt like I was fading slowly into a coma everyday, I had to muster up the courage to simply face my day. Normal activity gradually became so challenging that I eventually quit my full time job and moved in with family to help me through such changes. Did I mention the family I moved in with is in Texas and four hours away from my husband?

I felt I lost everything. Here I sit in such an infant manner with no control over what is happening to me.

Injections, no injections. Can I sleep? Should I stay awake? Do I eat this, or that? Call for help while I’m in the shower, had no idea heat makes your blood sugar plummet. Feeling robbed of my once healthy active body, my dignity started to feel obsolete as well.

A desperate measure at one point was had when I tried to leave my husband for reasons of wanting him to move on and be happy. I was so afraid I wasn’t going to progress and give him children that I thought termination of our marriage was viable. I’m here to state that I was wrong. Aside from this disease, there is one more sure thing I have and that is a vow before God that I will be with my husband until death do us part. I am reminded in sickness and in health, he will be there.

Learning more about this disease and reading other peoples’ stories, I find encouragement to be part of the movement that helps someone like me. We all are so uniquely different, yet we all share the same love for ourselves to survive. A cure will be had and I won’t forget the steps I took to overcome those moments when I didn’t know what was going to happen next.


Inspiring Healthy Living with T1D

Inspiring Healthy Living with T1D

By: Jennifer Levi


I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes when I was 29 years old and 9 weeks pregnant with my son. It rocked my world and I was crushed.

My family is no stranger to Diabetes. My brother and sister BOTH have been Type 1 Diabetics since they were each 7, now 29 and 32. My initial worry was that my son would be in danger. I also started thinking now life is going to be hard. Life is going to be complicated. Life is going to be scary, I’m never going to be able to lose my baby weight, or feel good about my body. It took a little while for my diagnosis to sink in. I let it take control over me. I let it control my emotions. I let it control my limitations. I blamed it for my weakness and poor eating habits.

At 38 weeks pregnant, my son’s heart stopped beating. He had died in utero due to an umbilical cord accident. I searched and searched for answers but Connor was a healthy baby, it was just an accident.

My family and I were devastated but we were determined to have a family. And so a couple months later we found out we were pregnant with our rainbow baby, our daughter. Life without our son is difficult but we were focused on having a successful pregnancy. When she was 17 weeks gestation, we found out she had a fatal birth defect affecting her brain, and she died a week later. Again, this has nothing to do with my diabetes. I can’t even describe the emotions the past year has brought for my family and I.

After my 2nd pregnancy ended in April, I vowed to not let my diagnosis control my life anymore.

I vowed to not live like a victim of my circumstances. And so I started my health journey towards healthy living that has helped improve my mind/body/soul. I’ve lost (and kept off) 35lbs, gained my energy back, and have peace of mind knowing I am not limited because of my diagnosis.

healthy living with t1d

I’ve created a great routine that works for my diabetes that includes healthy, whole food meals, and daily workouts that have helped stabilize my blood sugars throughout my day.

I’ve realized that this is how I want to live for the rest of my life. It has taken some time for me to slow down and realize that my health is my #1 priority. I live for my kids. They are my motivation and inspiration everyday. I rarely suffer from extreme highs and lows that used to play with my emotions throughout the day. Now I control my T1D; my T1D does NOT control me.

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At War With T1D

At War With T1D

By: Izzy Myszak


Imagine fighting a battle against yourself everyday.

If you let your mind win, your body fails. If you give into your body you lose your mind. Imagine fighting a battle that will never end. One that will follow you for the rest of your life. Imagine yourself becoming a battleground. One where the debris lingers and the destruction never repaired. Think about waking up sick one day and realizing that you are never going to get better.

What is the ammunition?

Is it is the rude comments and hurtful jokes? Maybe it’s the level of ignorance that you face in one day. Is it the endless questions and assumed answers. Oh wait it is the level of acting you put on everyday to act like you are fine. Maybe the ammunition is the multiple daily injections and the countless number of finger pricks. You become forced to learn to calculate the correct amount of the life saving or live ending drug.

I never dreamt that one day I would be a drug addict. That is what I am though. I take drugs so I don’t go too high and die, but if I take too much it will have the counter effect and kill me in a different way. You have to be perfect.

One word has changed my life.

One diagnosis has changed my normal and sent a countless number of fears into my life. I’m scared to sleep at night with the fear that I could never wake up. I am scared to have children, I don’t want to be the reason that another child has to deal with this. I am scared to be by myself. I am scared to love anyone and to be loved because this illness could become a ticking time bomb at any moment.

There are many things that are worse than this.

Cancer. Hunger. War. The list goes on and on. There is no finish line to diabetes though. At the moment there is no cure and diabetics are forced to live this life each and every day. It is not just a physical challenge though, but a mental one. Diabetics go through many emotional trials in their lives. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. The stages of grief are prominent to those who get diagnosed with a chronic illness. Sometimes the sight of the bruises on your flesh become unbearable. It is hard to go through this by yourself. Eventually though, you find those souls who will always be there for you and you don’t let them go.

Diabetes is awful, but it is manageable. You learn about a part of yourself you never knew existed. You become stronger and more responsible than you ever wished you would have to. Diabetes forces you to grow up quickly.

I still look back every day on what life was like without this.

I miss that life, but I don’t miss who I was as a person before everything happened to me. I am stronger now. I am smarter. I am more vulnerable. I am kinder and more empathetic. I have learned not to judge others because you don’t know what they are going through. I learned that to be strong you have to be weak sometimes. I am a better person than who I was before. I hate diabetes and I would never wish it upon anyone else, but I do not regret who I have became because of it.

I refuse to let a 6mm needle rule my life. No blood sugar will ever prevent me from becoming who I want to be.


I Am Not My Diagnosis

I am NOT my diagnosis

By: Shaily Parmar


“You don’t look diabetic?”

“Did you eat too much sugar as a kid?”

“So does your sugar stays high or low?”

“Can you eat that?”

“But you’re not even fat!!!?”

“You should try alternate therapy”

“Please don’t do that in front of me!”

“I thought only kids have type 1!” (Seriously?!)

“I don’t know how you puncture yourself several times a day/I could never be a diabetic …”

Like we could make the choice not to have it!!

Being a type 1 diabetic, you must have probably heard one or more of the above things and many more other responses when you tell someone for the first time that you are a diabetic.

I was 21, when I was diagnosed as a type 1 diabetic with a BG of 553. So I have spent more time with my active pancreas than my other type 1 friends who were diagnosed at a much early age. I know it’s a huge amount to take in when you’re newly diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. The memory of the moment of the diagnosis is a profound one. The moment that distinctly sep the past and the future. A choice is made for you without your consent. It’s usually a huge shock and we wonder how we’re going to cope with such life-altering news.

Most of us are misinformed, have little or no idea about this auto-immune disease. It’s not unusual. I, for one, had absolutely no clue about type 1 diabetes prior to being diagnosed. I was hospitalized for a week.

After I was discharged, I tried handling this new world of diets, medications and monitoring blood glucose levels. Life style changes that I made were not so difficult but they were not so straightforward either.

It could be overwhelming and terrifying and naturally one would feel that: ‘Now my life will be limited. This disease will weigh me down’, but fortunately I felt no such hindering emotions.

I don’t know why but from the moment I was diagnosed I accepted the fact that this is happening and I needed to readily accept it to control it before it could control me and my life. I knew this was life’s reality. I had to do what was required and I did. There is no escape, especially not by repeatedly asking, ‘Why me?’

There is denial first, then there is bargaining, then comes acceptance and then finally the peace of acceptance.

The faster you accept it, the easier it becomes to live with it. I wouldn’t say to get over it because you cannot get over it. But yes eventually it becomes easy to carry it with you. We all come to terms with having diabetes in our own way and at our own pace.

There are challenges everyday in living with type 1, injecting yourself with insulin and pricking your fingers to check your blood sugar multiple times a day being the most challenging and painful(yet tolerable). You’ll hear this remark from others from time to time: “How could you do this to yourself every day? I could not.”

But I say, “Yes, you could.” It takes 15 seconds to take one insulin shot. Four times such shots adds to one minute. It takes probably 8 seconds to check blood sugar. Doing it (at least) three times takes 25 seconds. So that sums up to only a minute and half in your entire day.

I think I can manage that because I love my life and want to keep living it.

I know it isn’t just one day. Its going be everyday for the rest of your life until a cure is found. No breaks. No vacations. Wherever you go diabetes will ride along with you. But isn’t your life worth it?

Taking timely insulin shots, eating healthy and following a decent exercise regime should ensure good control; still it is highly possible not to get normal blood sugars. But hey that’s why you’re called a diabetic!

The thing is that even after doing everything right sometimes you won’t get perfect blood sugars. It’s not easy and it’s tricky but don’t be too hard on yourself if you don’t live up to those expectations. Give yourself some room to make mistakes.

Managing diabetes is a huge learning curve. A curve that never stops teaching. So be a constant learner.

Higher the mountain, treacherous the path. There will a lot of blood sugar swings which can and will get your emotions messed up. Don’t get discouraged if things don’t go as you planned.

It is a progression over time. Gather as much knowledge as you can. We are all trying our best and we can’t let diabetes get the best of us. Just remember there are bigger problems than a 4mm needle.

I thought I have got it all sorted out. Eat right (and by eat right I don’t mean give up your favorite food). Count carbs. Take your shot. Check blood sugar. Too high? Take correction dose. Check again. Too low? Have a snack. Be physically active. Don’t take stress. Sleep well. Repeat. Day after day it’s a silent battle. No finish line. So is that it? Sounds simple! But that’s an oversimplification.

It is far more complicated than I could precisely explain because food and taking insulin are few of the hundred other things that affect blood sugar.

The other hundred things play a huge part and they are hard to calculate. Of course we are required to be consistent in our efforts but that doesn’t guarantee a consistency in blood sugars.

I have been a diabetic for almost 5 years now and I am still learning. You change one factor and then there is a whole new curve to learn.  Some good days everything is so smooth and simply a part of routine, like brushing your teeth. And on some not-so-good-days, diabetes is determined to break our spirits. And in days like these, the fear of long term complications haunts us.

Although this fear never quite eludes us. There can be too much negativity and darkness in battling with type 1. Please don’t let one cloud obliterate the whole sky.

Diagnosed with non- preventable, irreversible disease is a life-transforming event. It could take you on a roller coaster of emotions. In the blink of an eye, your life is changed. Your ambitions, desires and priorities need re-adjustment. Those spontaneous plans you used to make, now needs planning ahead and always being primed to avoid the worst simultaneously being prepared if things don’t go as predicted.

Doing the same thing a hundred times and getting different results. Living just like others with school, jobs, and sports but with just a few extra hassles. Looking just like everyone else knowing we are not just like everyone else. Why? Because when diabetes allotted us the task of performing the job of an internal organ, it also gave us adequate strength to be one.

Diabetes gives us tears, yet it also makes us proud of ourselves. If diabetes has given you a huge responsibility, it has also made you mature beyond your age. I have never met an immature diabetic! It scares you but also gives you courage and hope that you’re not alone. Hope that a cure will be found.

Yes, my life has changed. I believe it has changed for better.

I have a wonderful life. A loving family. Amazing doctors and fantastic friends. I have not lost my dreams to diabetes. I have obtained a significant knowledge about diabetes. Education and encouragement are what we need to live longer and better lives. You’re NOT your diagnoses. You’re a fighter. You have a mission and a purpose. And if despite all these, I am here and if I can do it then you can too.

Let me conclude this with a quote from Mary Anne Radmacher, especially for those who are newly diagnosed, and for those who are struggling with diabetes and looking for inspiration-

“Courage does not always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, ‘I will try again tomorrow.’”

After all, we have tomorrows for a reason!