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My Diaversary

Today is my Diaversary. Meaning is the anniversary of my diabetes diagnosis. Three years ago I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes. My life change that day.

It was a cold morning as it is today. Went for a check-up as I had not been feeling well for a while. Never crossed my mind I was going to be diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes. My blood sugar (fasting) was 498 mg/dL at that moment. I had ketones in my urine. The doctor quickly told me about the disease and why I should rush to the ER.

That morning was a blur. All I can think of was my son. How was I going to tell him? What if I die of it, just like my father? What was going to happen to him? (Yes, all pessimist thoughts.) Remember at this point my knowledge of Type 1 Diabetes was limited. The idea I had of the disease was that it will kill me you even taking insulin. I didn’t know better. I cried my eyes out.

What Now?

After spending a whopping two hours at the ER and being discharged with no medication at all or any other recommendations but to go see your doctor in three days (which is standard), I had nothing. I already had an appointment made with the doctor. Two days later I was in his office again. Welcome insulin.

When I got home after my ER visit, the research started. Learning of Type 1 Diabetes as much as I could. What to eat, what to avoid, all the what, why, when, how questions you could imagine. I join several online groups via Facebook. In there, I found a community that was willing to share their knowledge and support.

I was afraid. But it was that fear that motivated me to move forward and not let this disease win. My family gave me strength, they are my reason for me to stay healthy. Yes, of course, I do it for me too. They are the ones that move my wheels. At that time, we were a family of three. We change completely all our ways to do things. I was worried about them and they were worried about me.

 

Past the First Schock

Three months after diagnosis my A1c was cut by half. I was feeling much better. Gained some weight back and my hair was starting to grow too. I was able to have normal sleep and not pass out in the middle of a conversation for no apparent reason. No longer was I having mood swings. I was able to learn how my body reacted to foods and its effect on my blood glucose.

Feeling normal again was a priceless feeling. But not be fool life will never be normal again. During those first three months I asked the doctor if I could be Type 2, he said no. I did an experiment about that. After “stabilizing” my blood glucose, meaning getting fastings less than 100 mg/dL and not getting big spikes after meals, I stopped using insulin. In my mind, it could not be possible to get Type 1 as an adult. I was going to try to manage it just with food and exercise.

At the beginning of that week, my blood sugar readings were in good range 80-160 mg/dL. Please note that by then I was following Dr. Bernstein diet from his book. Eating low carb and exercising didn’t help. My blood sugar started to increase by the second day without insulin. By Friday, my readings were out of control. My fasting that morning was above 200 and I was feeling sick. Needless to say, my experiment failed at the expense of my health. I was back on insulin that morning. Please do not attempt this experiment. 

Soon after going back on insulin my blood sugar “normalized” once again. I know what you might be thinking, me jeopardizing my life. I did it mostly to prove that I was a type 1 or that I was not a type 1, perhaps not just to me but to the world and the constant “you should eat healthy” sermon I was hearing all the time and the fad diets that were recommended. In good faith, I must say. Out of love most of the time. But now, it was clear just diet and exercise would NOT help me as insulin could.

 

The Real Shocker

Past those three months and my little experiment. I started to feel nauseated all of the time. My woman sixth sense for those things never fails, I got a feeling I was pregnant. {Insert panic, surprised, and the what in the world face- in one expression.} Eleven years after giving birth to my son and some failed attempts, there I was… pregnant.

I truly believe that after ‘fixing’ aka normalizing my blood glucose, my whole body was in balance and my reproductive system could once again be reproductive. Please don’t take my word. No scientific research to back this up, just my hunch and my way to have an explanation for this occurrence.

Needless to say, we were over the moon. Beyond excited. Then, the real shocker came… I was carrying twins!

As it goes, I was classified as High-Risk Pregnancy, not only I am 5 ft tall, I was a diabetic and carrying twins, plus my doctor didn’t have the history of my previous pregnancy from 11 years ago. But all of that didn’t stop me from having a normal and special pregnancy. I maintained an A1c of 5.7 throughout the eight-months I carried my babies.

As you can see, not all that comes as a bad thing ends as one. I was diagnosed with diabetes, yes, but because of that diagnosis, I was able to have stable blood glucose and was able to have my babies. Without it, probably I wouldn’t have gotten pregnant or my pregnancy would have had a not so happy ending.

 

A Blessing

For me, as bad and as terrible this disease is, being diagnosed with Type 1 was a blessing. Do I struggle? Yes. Do I wish I don’t have it? Yes. There are good days and bad days, just like anyone else – diabetic or not. I have learned so much and have connected with so many inspiring people, that otherwise, I wouldn’t have met.  I’m grateful for my life and for being able to share with whoever wants to hear or read my story. Beyond blessed to have given birth to my two little ones with no complications. Our family is complete now.

Above all the chaos that diabetes brings with it, I stand tall. I’m happy and grateful for this life. I have grown strong, nourishing my mind and my body, and living my life at my own pace.

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