It’s been a horrible few days. Let me get that out there right now. I spent most of the night in the ER with my 26 year old son who had had his first physical in awhile, with a new Dr. on Thursday. The doctor called on Saturday and sent him straight to the ER because his blood sugar was 490!
Apparently over the past year, he was getting pretty sick and we didn’t know it. Yes, he now has diabetes like many other people-most of them in fact-in my family. They’re all shocked at the high numbers he’s displaying. Imagine how I feel.
We’ve been dealing with doctors and hospitals for days now. On top of that, my son, who is a 2x bone cancer survivor, now has to go to an Oncologist because they’re seeing things that concern them that might indicate a recurrence. My only hope is that his poor body is so crapped out from past years of chemo and radiation, that the diabetes is stirring things up and throwing off other readings.
It’s not been fun folks. Not. Fun. Scary, yes.
Of course he immediately stopped his college way of eating and drinking insane amounts of sugary pops and juice. Sigh. He stopped. He’s exercising. He’s on insulin and pills, both. Because seriously, it’s bad. They’re hoping that by jumping on it aggressively, we can get a handle on it and roll back to pills only. He really, really, really wants to eat a good diet and try to deal with it that way-but it’s out of his hands for the moment. They’ve promised him they can try working in that direction, and he’s certainly motivated.
My siblings, all but one, have diabetes.My mom does, my dad died from it several years ago after losing his legs, eyesight and clarity of mind, one or more of the cousins have it. I don’t. And I don’t want to get it. Obviously.
The whole family is now on his diabetic diet. It’s a good, healthy diet. Seeing diabetes THIS close up? In my OWN family? I don’t want to ever, ever go down that road myself. If I can further ward it off by adopting the diet now, I’m doing it!
Things are a little crazy-inducing right now, as you can well imagine. My husband is out of town on business so it’s all me, all the time. And people-I don’t do this sickness stuff really well when it involves my children. He’s already had 6 years of invasive medicine in his short 26 years, and now he’s got a lifetime of disease ahead of him.
Why is it that so many of us don’t listen until it’s too late?
The good news in all of this is that in spite of having the worst work situations going on, and problems all around me, with no where to turn to deal with them, I am NOT eating to try and solve the problems. I’m just not. Shocks the pants off of me, but it’s about bloody time! I think that maybe I’m a grown up now. Maybe. Just maybe.