For the first time since I started this blog eleven years ago, it’s going to be about me. I was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes four years ago. While people are happy to talk about their experiences with diabetes, I WASN’T comfortable with talking about diabetes. The “other Type” of diabetes was what caused the death of my Best Man a year after my wife and I got married. He was diagnosed with diabetes when he was a kid. It was called Juvenile Diabetes then. Today it’s Type 1. I haven’t WANTED to talk about diabetes at all. But…for my own education and maybe helping someone else, and not one to shut up for any known reason, I’m reopening my blog rather than starting a new one. I MAY take a pause and write about Breast Cancer or Alzheimer’s as medical headlines dictate; but this time I’m going to drag anyone along who wants to join my HIGHLY RELUCTANT journey toward better understanding of my life with Type 2 Diabetes. You’re Welcome to join me!
I’m on a bit of a “memory kick” right now, as I’ve been thinking about a group of adolescent boys at the church I met my wife at…in particular because the one “kid” I got the most involved with (mom divorced, dad very absent, the kid had a very soft heart…) just lost his wife of 19 years to an aggressive form of cancer they’d been treating for the past seven years. Before that, another “youth kid” from my church (we were quite a bit closer in age), became good friends and often lapsed into having deeply theological discussions. His bane was that he was Type 1 diabetic and nursed a very deep sense of hurt that God gave him the bane and did nothing to heal it. He died after suffocating in a water bed following a diabetic seizure, after the birth of his second child, a little girl…who is not LONGER a little girl…That was MY first experiencing diabetes up close and personal…
My own wife was diagnosed and beat breast cancer (the entire series on my blog about THAT shitty experience is linked to your right…but started on Saturday, April 9, 2011 with “Observations of a Breast Cancer Husband”…
Then we passed through a period leading to the death of my mother, having lived several years deeply aware that my dad had descended into the deteriorating fog of Alzheimer’s.
Fifteen years, a couple months, and a double-handful of days have passed, and our kids are successful, have married, moved out, and granted us the joy of three spouses, and four grandchildren…
Now both my wife and I are Type 2 diabetics; and living in the SECOND quarter of the 21st Century. Technology today as well as plans of treatment are no long a death sentence for Type 1 diabetics; and us Type 2, using a combination of blood sugar monitors, wise food choices, and even wiser medical supervision, have a very good chance of living long and healthy lives; for example, myself: “…because life expectancy factors in infant and early mortality, males from this birth cohort who have already reached age 65 can expect to live to approximately 78 to 80 years on average.” How about this? Same question, but adding “diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes”: “roughly 15 to 21 additional years, meaning an average life expectancy of 84 to 90 years. However, this number is an estimate. Life expectancy relies heavily on when the condition was diagnosed and how well it is managed.
Note to self: try harder (perhaps more emphatically, “JUST DO IT YOU DUMB…”) Ahem…use this fact to kick yourself in the butt when you feel like stuffing your face with sweets or lazing around the house and skipping your four mile ride around the lake…
Source: https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC2663724/

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