From reading people's comments on TU Diabetes over the years, there appear to be a large number of people who at one point or another made a positive shift in their diabetes control of cosmic proportions.
After over 35 years of diabetes, for me it was my cardiologist telling me out of the blue that my A1c was crap. I'd only heard about the existence of A1c a week earlier. I just started searching the Internet and also ordering books. It took me over 6 months to fully clean up my act. I gave up depending on my Doctors to fully look after me. I realized that it was my job.
I'd like to hear other people's experiences. What was the catalyst? What was the process that followed for you? Do you find it easy to stay focused?
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NOPE!!! I sooo totally agree with u on that!!!
Y'all are so blessed to have them! ;0)
Oh Yes & Now I got 3 g-kids!!! I get to live my life all over again with them!!!
What made me get control was wrong information from my doctors and one visit to the ICU thanks to DKA in 2008.
My (now) husband was the reason for my taking control over my own care.
I was diagnosed T1 at age 4 and, like others have noted, just sort of did what I had to do until my late teen years, when I just basically said, "Screw this! Diabetes isn't the boss of me!"
That lasted through college and into my mid-20's. Then my fiance (at the time) said something along the lines of, "If you're not taking care of yourself, it's going to effect me too, because I want you around for a long time.
So even if I don't feel like doing it for myself (which. . .I should, but you guys know how that goes), now I do it for my husband and future kids.
I was diagnosed with T2 about ten years ago, and my control has waxed and waned over the years.
I have suffered greatly for control, e.g. two years of nonstop sickness from metformin (nausea, severe and daily gastric distress.) I've worked really hard for control, e.g. strict diet and exercise program resulting in a huge weight loss and a big improvement in my insulin resistance. I've fallen apart and completely given up on control, e.g. near-constant binging, huge weight gain, hovering in the 300 to 450 range for months at a time.
Diabetes is HARD and for most of the ten years since diagnosis, I've struggled and failed, struggled and failed, struggled and failed. Somewhere in the middle of this past ten years I managed to get ONE A1C in the 5's, but most of the time I've been somewhere between 7 and 13.
Chronic depression, thyroid issues, adrenal issues, polycystic ovaries, menopause, severe career stress and severe family stress (several cancer diagnoses and one cancer death, etc.) haven't made it any easier.
However, I recently turned a corner. I found that not only do I want to live, I have something to live FOR, something to be healthy and complication-free FOR: music.
I need my eyes to read music and see the strings of my guitar. I need my hearing to hear every note, every subtle phrase, every harmony. I need my fingers to work perfectly in order to play intricate passages, to control the dynamics, to play just the right rhythm. I need my shoulders to be unfrozen to be able to practice and perform for hours every week. I need my strength. I need my vitality. I need patience and concentration. I need to be able to learn and remember not one complicated piece, but many. I need hope. I need inspiration. I need confidence. I need serenity. I need to be healthy!
When I didn't know, really, why I was here or what I was working so hard FOR, it was easy to fall into a negative space, "Why bother? Who cares? It's all too much work, and for what?"
I don't have a husband, children, grandchildren, my brother is gone, the rest of my family lives far away, never visits, doesn't really care about me all that much, no one really needs me or relies on me -- not even a stray cat or a rescued dog. I couldn't see the point of trying so freaking hard day after day after day when my life was just a colorless series of days going to a job I could barely stand and then home to my cold, dark, empty apartment. (This is textbook depressive thinking, I know!)
Now that I have reconnected with music, have my new (amazing) guitar, have bonded with my wonderful guitar teacher, have started making friends with other musicians -- some late bloomers like me, others seasoned professionals with world-class skills -- I have something to drive my desire for control besides and beyond my (fairly weak and wavering) basic sense of self-preservation.
I've cleaned up my diet again. I've lost quite a bit of weight in recent months. I'm working really hard on testing, treating, logging, learning. I've started doing exercise again (not enough yet, but a bit more each week as I get stronger.)
Music and my musical friendships have inspired me to care enough again to really TRY. I'm actually looking forward to my next A1C.
i'm happy for you that you found something to keep you going...don't give up...smile...
Thanks, shoshana27. We all need to see a light guiding us forward, something to live for, right? A reason to get up again tomorrow and keep trying.
I dunno if he wrote any guitar pieces but Shostakovich's autobiography "Testimony" is kind of an interesting read, about the perils of maintaining dignity and a sense of humor under the gaze of the RED EYE in the Kremlin? There's bunches of funny stuff about Soviet bureaucrats scrutinizing classical music and his efforts to comply with guidelines and stay out of trouble.
I just bought a new guitar too and know what you mean about it being inspirational!
I too received an inspiration transfusion via an new ax (an electric 12 string), need to stay away from eBay:)
Thanks, I think I'd enjoy reading "Testimony". I can't imagine how people survive under that kind of oppressive social control. I'm sure I would be one of the ones who got shipped off to the gulag for my bad attitude!
I SAW MY OPHTHALMOLOGIST YESTERDAY. MY EYES ARE OK BUT THE REASON I DON'T SEE WELL IS BECAUSE THEY ARE DRY. NEED TO USE DROPS WHICH I AM