Comments on: Holy @#$! Amazing Stories, Vol. 1

By: Brunch: 11/19/2005 « Basil’s Blog

Brunch: 11/19/2005 « Basil’s Blog — Fri, 31 Jul 2009 00:07:00 +0000

[...] Amy (Diabetes Mine) has a story [via Jo's Cafe] [...]

By: whitney koppes

whitney koppes — Wed, 07 May 2008 19:33:56 +0000

when was halle berry diagnosed with diabetes and impaired hearing

By: Karie

Karie — Fri, 19 Oct 2007 09:55:10 +0000

Hi my son who is the love of my life was diagnosed a week ago with type 1 diabetes, he is thirteen years old. I was crushed, and still am. I have to get up for another week at 2am to check his sugar level until it’s under control. I hate this disease, but I will have to accept the fact that there is going to be ups and downs with it.

By: DANIEL

DANIEL — Thu, 11 Jan 2007 00:31:46 +0000

WOW!

By: DAVID TRIF

DAVID TRIF — Thu, 11 Jan 2007 00:29:22 +0000

I’m a 24 year old who was recently diagnosed with type 2 diabetes with no family history just over eating of junk food, obesity and non active lifestyle. 350 pounds 6’0 to be exact. I didn’t want to believe it for a second considering my age but it’s true. I first found this out during the holidays which after became the worst christmas and new years ever. That was my christmas present, to find out that i’m diabetic. I’m so pissed off about it that I decided not to do anything about it because it’s not fair. My life is over, ruined from this unfair injustice and I can sympothize with those who have type 1. I cried and cried as I read your testimonies and I was thinking wow, I’m lucky compared to you guys. I heard type 1 is worse then type 2 considering the symptoms and complications. I feel your pain, 24 hours a day. Mostly in my heart. I can’t stop eating, my hunger now is out of control, my vision is getting worse along with pains in my legs, feet, arms and hands. I’m so scared and angry at the same time that I don’t know what to do. All I do is cry about it. When I was younger I was very active and happy while living in Texas, always out there doing something active even if it was by myself I would practice martial arts and work up a huge sweat with bo staff practice. But now living in Portland Oregon is horrible, it’s always cold, it’s always wet and always depressing. I love Texas and I’m going to go back soon so I can atleast be a happier diabetic. It pisses me off when people claim they found a cure for diabetes. I just wanna hurt them with my 350 pound body. Diabetes cannot be cured. God may be our only hope. Maybe we should look to him for answers instead of looking towards false hope that these so called doctors feed us. I’m so sick of people saying we have to live with this curse, forget that! I would rather die. To hell with those who tell me otherwise. I don’t want to prick myself and bleed four times a day. Forget that. Besides I’m a 24 year old who lives with his mother with no money or ambition what so ever. Plus I’m a virgin which makes it worse because now I don’t care about that or anything else. I only care about sharing my story with others so they don’t make the same mistake I did. Don’t be like me. Get out there and do something. My name is David Daniel Trif and I am a 24 year old type 2 diabetic with no family history just a life long history of stupidity. It was too late for me but I discovered that there’s more to the stars at night then leading a way home.

By: brahma

brahma — Fri, 29 Dec 2006 01:33:50 +0000

I just got diagnosed today. I’m a private pilot and had to renew my medical exam and the examiner caught it and deferred me. Flying was the only thing that really defined me in this world. I don’t even know what the fuck to do.

By: Deborah

Deborah — Sun, 27 Nov 2005 23:55:25 +0000

Dear M.W.,

I am a nurse and it is heart wrenching to hear about your story. I would say about one-fourth of the patients I work with in the hospital are diabetic, although most are type II. It is so sad to me that you didn’t get the necessary information you needed in the beginning. I think the health system needs to make information more easily accessable to everyone, not just those with insurance. And you should be able to go to someone with questions other than your doctor. I hope to see this change soon. Support groups are also so very important for people facing a new disease. And not just for the person diagnosed but for the family and loved ones as well. My boyfriend received a liver transplant and was very sick about 6 years ago when he was 20 and I was 19 years old and it was so difficult for me to face. I felt like my friends and family could not understand what I was going through. I suffered silently until I talked to a great counselor and she helped me to validate my feelings and talk things out – it was such a wonderful release to me. There are so many people out there who do understand and care. That is why I became a nurse. I hope your boyfriend can read these blogs too and that you will write more. I would recommend these blogs to any of my patients. Thank you so much for sharing your experience. I know you will also help a lot of people with your story.

By: The LIVabetes Glucose Goddess

The LIVabetes Glucose Goddess — Wed, 23 Nov 2005 23:50:29 +0000

Hooray for you M.W. for sharing your story and your truth!
I was dx 7 years ago at age 34…I think I am a type 1.79??
I find the lo’s have been one of the most scary and difficult things to deal with. I’m not sure that those who have not experienced it can truly understand.
It is sort of like being friggin’ “ambushed” isn’t it? One minute your fine and the next minute BAM! your out of your mind in hypoglycemia land!
A few of the places I have been Ambushed are…in the grocery store, while driving in traffic, at 3:00 am..wake up sweating and find myself crawling to the frig for a little pick me up, while having sex! and a million other places the “hypoglycemia monster” likes to rear its ugly head.
I find that even while I try to remain in a constant state of preparedness with some sort of fast-acting carbohydrate in one pocket (and a condom in the other pocket just in case I get lucky)…sometimes ya get lucky and sometimes ya don’t!(those of us who live with it everyday know its not a matter of “if” the next hypoglycemic episode will come, but rather “when”?)
It seems to demand of us that we live on that edge in the place of uncertainty. It takes alot of courage, endurace and faith to walk the “diabetic path.”
I just wanted you to know that I care and I understand.
You are a courageous diabetic warrior…I admire that.
We have to look to eachother for support and encouragement.
I think our highest endeavor ought to be to raise confidence in one another! Amen
Keep up the good work!
Don’t Diabetes…LIVabetes!!!
with love and chocolate
Laura the LIVabetes Glucose Goddess!

By: Genetics and Public Health Blog

Genetics and Public Health Blog — Wed, 23 Nov 2005 04:05:48 +0000

Grand Rounds 2.09: The Best of This Week’s Medical Blogging

Geena at code blog is hosting this week’s Grand Rounds 2.09 (The Scoop). It’s Geen’s third time hosting Grand rounds so she really knows what she’s doing.

Here are the posts that jumped out at…

By: PCD

PCD — Mon, 21 Nov 2005 19:22:36 +0000

I was diagnosed as a Type 2 over 10 years ago. My first doctor was an idiot. I call him the Food Nazi because to him EVERYTHING could be cured by being a total Vegan.

It wasn’t until I got divorced and met a new lady who knew what was necessary about taking care of a Diabetic. Cyndi has a 27 year old son who was diabetic before 5 years old.

I had been on a roller coaster with my blood sugar before I met Cyndi. I got low like you wouldn’t believe, but I also got high by eating nothing!.

The big incident for me was I’m at the store with Cyndi getting things for the house. I’d only been divorced for a short time and didn’t have much in the house because the ex and the locusts of her church took everything but one book case and the cats from the house when she moved out. THEY EVEN TOOK MY TOOTHBRUSH!

Well, I hadn’t let Cyndi pay for anything up til this time. I was pushing a cart and I noticed I was walking very funny. My right leg was like rubber and all over the place. All I remember is that Cyndi told me to go the the car. Next thing I remember is Cyndi asking me a question and I said, “Just Call 911″. Next thing I remember is being in Fire/Rescue vehicle being transported. Actually from that point I only remember things when someone was sticking me with a needle.

Cyndi knew something was DRASTICALLY wrong when I let her pay for our shopping. I could answer questions, but there was no “me” there behind the answers.

I had been working 2 jobs (and still do) and put in too many hours, too little sleep, and way too much stress. I still don’t know what happened. But I do know my sugar is under much tighter control and the Doctors can’t believe that I’m testing most every day.

Hey, I’m human. I may only get 13 out of 14 days, but I used to do zero because I had Rheumatic Fever when I was 4. My butt was a pincushion, and I still have problems with needles, especially IVs.