36 years ago I met my foe. I knew nothing about diabetes then. Some vague notion of needles and insulin perhaps, but like many people, I was forced into learning about this monster. My daughter was born an especially big baby, over 11 pounds. She had a difficult birth because of her weight, resulting in multiple disabilities. Her size was from the beginning of my diabetes.. No, they didn't test women back then. They thought I was off on my due date, they thought maybe she was just a big baby from a big woman. Maybe they didn't really know back then. I don't know. I just know that it was my introduction to diabetes. Do you remember the song, The First Cut is the Deepest ? That was the first cut. My beautiful daughter.
For over 3 decades I have battled this disease. I know, and I tell myself everyday, that there are worse things and so many people suffer more. No matter how true that is, that doesn't mean I am less resentful of this. That I am less angry about it. That I am less tired of it. Tired. That's where I am lately. I'm tired of thinking about every bite of food that goes in my mouth. Not only the limited foods I can eat but having to eat when I'm Not hungry. If I don't it will raise my blood sugar. I call those times maintance eating and I'm here to tell you that it is as bad as Not being able to eat when you want to. I'm tired of thinking every day that I must exercise. I'm tired of racking my brain to try to solve the mystery of why my sugar is low or high when I know I'm doing what I should. I'm tired of feeling guilty anytime I don't feel well. Imagine getting the flu and feeling guilty that you got it. Crazy, right? Well, that's how it is. And Doctors don't help. So many of them don't really understand the disease. I have had them tell me to stop eating Big Mac's and fries. Lordy, you crazy man. It has been decades that I had anything close to that kind of garbage. He looked at my blood work, not only for sugar levels but at cholestrol levels and drew his own conclusions. Yep, diabetes causes problems there too. And with your blood pressure. Several months ago I had an appointment with my Dr. (who is relatively new) and he just left me feeling defeated. I walk every day. I do my best at my diet. I don't eat junk. I eat salads. I eat chicken. Baked or grilled. I eat tons of vegetables. I eat a little fruit. I drink tons of water and follow orders to never drink alcohol. I don't smoke. I try to control stress. I have it, but I try to handle it better. In other words, I am thinking about diabetes all the time. I show up at the Drs and he is critical of the results of my blood work and tries to place the blame on my eating. He wasn't kind. I am an upbeat person. I enjoy life. I'm strong. But at that moment all I was, was tired. Tired of being blamed for a disease that until recently I kept mostly at bay. I went 20 years controlling it with diet and exercise. The last 10 years less successfully with oral drugs combined with diet and exercise. Don't tell me it is my fault I have this. I weigh 10/15 more pounds than I should but so do most 60 year old women and they do not all have this disease. It's an awful thing to have an illness and then to be blamed for it. This is a progressive disease and it becomes more and more difficult to control. Perhaps this is some of the frustration I feel. I have been able to stay on top and I am losing that ability. Just don't blame me. Help me. I watched the Drs face and I know he is frustrated too. He battles back and forth about putting me on insulin. He is afraid it will increase my triglycerides even more. I understand his frustration but I don't know that he understands mine. So at that last appointment I cried. Completely unlike me. I cried and I cried and I held that man hostage with my tears for 45 minutes. I left angry, defeated, and tired.
I've been battling my way back to a positive attitude since that day. When I left his office I went out to a nice restaurant with my husband and ordered a hamburger. A big one. I ordered fries. I ordered dessert. I just said the hell with the Dr., with the disease, with all the effort, and I ate it and went home a happy woman. Since then I have tried, sometimes with success, sometimes not, to get back into my normal routine. No, I don't drink anything besides water, or a little diet coke. No, I don't eat desserts. No, I dont eat McDonalds. I have eaten more carbs than are good for me though and not exercised as often as I should. My blood sugar is not good and I'm not feeling well. I know I am killing myself. So. Now that I have had a little time to rest and reflect about all the good things in my life I am ready to do battle again. Maybe find a new Dr. too.
My final act before I begin fighting again was to let out a big complaint. To admit how this all makes me feel. Maybe even to enlist the help of other diabetics here at SC. I need help this time. A good push. A shoulder to cry on. A hand to hold. I don't need scare tatics. I know diabetes. I just need a little support to keep going.



