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Type one complications – Kath’s Story

7 Jun

So I’ve had to give myself a little push to write this…partly as I’ve moved on and partly because it still hurts just a bit…

A bit about me…type one Diabetic since being diagnosed aged 9, so approx 34 years. Admittedly throughout my teens and early 20’s I thought I didn’t have to test my blood sugar as i felt “fine” ….of course I didn’t…that daily tiredness and feeling sluggish I just accepted was how I was meant to feel…and that the unexpected hypos when I did something different was a circle of being low, over eating and then being high but not ever really testing to enable myself to treat the high and get on a level. I pretty much only tested if I didn’t feel “right”! Thankfully after diagnoses I have only had 2 admissions through being hypoglycaemic and have to date never experienced diabetic ketoacidosis.

Attending diabetic clinics at the Gp surgery was always a bit unfulfilling to say the least… “you need to get your blood sugar levels under control” was the 3 monthly advice with no real concerted effort to say how but starting with testing would have helped and that was down to me.

So fast forward a few years and various diabetic related complaints….numerous retinopathy eye operations and laser surgeries, almost losing a toe to an infected toenail removal and then the unthinkable happened…(Not a single offered consultant appointment I might add)

“I’m 38 and I’ve had a heart attack” … this was going to be the distorted mantra that was to plague my mind for the next 6 months. (And occasionally still) Round and round it went. I was sat in hospital for 5 days waiting for an angiogram to confirm the myocardial infarction, I had been working nights for the preceding two weeks as a mental health nurse on my own in an office experiencing what I told myself was a trapped nerve…id been to the Drs 3 times, had ECGS and was simply told I was too young to be having heart problems and that it was probably anxiety..…I turned down an ambulance when I had chest pain at an evening out and drove myself to the out of hours Gp…then a lovely old school Gp took some bloods and sent me up to the hospital for a chest xray, which of course came back negative. I didn’t have raised cholesterol or high blood pressure either. The consultant was about to send me home with a confirmed trapped nerve and some Diazepam when she said” oh but we will just wait for your bloods and then send you on your way”. She actually said on her return some 90 minutes later that “that’ll teach me”… “You’ve had a heart attack and I must admit you straight away”.

So angiogram aside (which is the oddest feeling in the world…being awake and feeling something moving up inside your arm and into your heart which isn’t necessarily where you think it is!, lying bare bummed on a cold metal table that I thought I was going to fall off and hearing lots of figures being bandied around and the surgeon asking for a 2×2 (whatever it was) and the assistant coming back and saying they didn’t have one! What?! but I need one!) Recovery from that is really quick and I finally went home the next day. Then the real recovery started…being good to myself, testing my blood sugars…for a few weeks I was really convinced that all I could eat was chicken salad for the rest of my life.. I attended cardiac rehab with all the other heart surgery patients of an average age of 70 plus! The stress wasn’t helping my blood sugars at all and I decided I had to join a gym! Plus I didn’t want to die and became a little obsessed that that was going to happen imminently….depression comes with any chronic disease and I was slipping down that slope.

4 and a half years later and having stuck with the gym and starting running, also having had an insulin pump for the last 2 years has all really helped! Ive had the best Hba1c ever (it still needs improving) and last year I ran my first ever half marathon albeit at a snails pace but I did it with 30 plus other type one ‘s and had no dramas! I attended the Animas sports weekend at Loughborough which was also really valuable. If I had my time again or could have spoken to my 13 year old self id definitely have had a word with myself sooner!! There really shouldn’t be anything a diabetic can’t do !! It just takes a whole lot more planning!

Be kind to yourself is my motto these days, I didn’t ask for this blooming disease (none of us did) but I have it and I can manage it with support. Technology is immensely helpful as is the online support! So ask for help before it gets too much!

Kath

Thanks to Grumps for getting the #talkaboutcomplications  started!

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Jason’s Story

15 Apr

Life is funny, one day your fitting into the smallest clothes you’ve ever been able to get into in your life and you look at yourself in the mirror and you think you look great, the next day your over 1,000km from home you’ve slept 12 hrs in five days and you just want your warm bed at home. Funny how things change so fast.

Infection is funny, you develop an infection your not quite sure of, being Gen Y you decide you don’t need a doctor you persevere and use doctor Google, he has all the answers, eventually after a period of unbearable pain you man up and go see the doctor, he gives you antibiotics and sends you on your way problem solved!!!

Wrong, it dissipates for a time and then comes back with a vengeance but you decide you don’t like doctors so your not going back, your young stupid and full of pride and ego.

But deep down something is amiss gradually over time you become more and more angry and snap at people at the drop of a hat, you start eating more and more and more drinking more and more water. People close to you suggest you might have diabetes, but you don’t want to hear it, afterall the mere thought of such a thing is scary, you saw what pig headedness did to your father with his complications from type 2 diabetes eight years previous.

Nope!!! Not me, finally after coming home from
Holidays and going another month of 0 energy and eating and drinking like a horse I finally get the courage to go and get myself looked at…. queue the microphone drop moment when the nurse sprints in, “you don’t have diabetes do you ??” Nope… “mm well now you do..” your blood sugar is supposed to be between 4-8 & yours is 26..

There’s that all consuming life Changing moment, when you realise that your life will never be the same again, you come home and start getting used to your new life and where it will take you.

But it’s not all bad, they don’t tell  you that yes in a years time you’ll get diagnosed with the beginnings of diabetic retinopathy even though your not supposed to have it for atleast five years. That originally way back when you first developed your infection you actually developed type 1.5 diabetes and that it got completely overlooked which explains the retinopathy. A year after the retinopathy you’ll also begin to develop cataracts because secretly you always wanted to be a horse…

But life works in mysterious ways… this life changing event will be the beginning of a whole new life for you. You’ll get introduced to the Australian online Diabetic community, all because you can’t work out what to eat a day after your diagnosis, you’ll come accross amazing blogs like Renza’s diabetogenic and you’ll make life long friends.

And soon before you know it you’ll meet the love of your life and your partner and type 2 diabetic Irina & you’ll both get a second chance at life and love and everything that’s good in the world and you wouldn’t change your diabetes diagnosis for anything because it’s changed and improved upon your life so much and you never want to go backwards.

Life is good, life is interesting, life is full of surprises some good and some bad, but at the end of the day we live each day the best we can and to the fullest

Jason Type 1 Diabetic Sydney Australia

Stars in my eyes.

28 Jan

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When someone asks me if I live with diabetes complications, my automatic response is ‘no’. It’s usually followed by some qualifier such as ‘thank goodness’ or ‘touch wood’ or some other ridiculously superstitious muttering that I don’t actually believe.

But my response is not really one hundred percent correct.

Setting aside short-term complications such as hypoglycaemia, I have lived with diabetes complications. You see, when I was 28 years old, after having diabetes for only four years, I was told I had cataracts in both of my eyes. I checked to make sure I wasn’t in fact an 80-year-old grandmother, and when certain that wasn’t the case, I indignantly demanded that my lovely ophthalmologist (who I have a little bit of a crush on) explain how a young woman could possibly be the owner of matching cataracts.

As it turns out, I was probably always going to get them. Both my parents currently have cataracts and all four of my grandparents had them removed. ‘The likelihood of you having cataracts was always pretty high,’ Dr Ophthalmologist explained. ‘But undoubtedly, diabetes accelerated their development.’ Diabetes: the gift that never stops bloody giving.

For twelve years I lived in fear during the lead up to my annual eye screening, believing my time was up and they would need to come out. I’d made a pact with my ophthalmologist: the cataracts could stay as long as they were not affecting my vision or preventing him from getting a truly good look at what was going on behind my retinas.

As I often do when it comes to diabetes, I made deals with myself: as long as I could still read clearly, the cataracts could stay. As long as I could still see the gorgeous face of my little darling kidlet, the cataracts were welcome. As long as I didn’t need to squint or blink to focus, the cataracts could remain.

And the psychological deal was that as long as my age in years started with a three, those fucking cataracts could cloud my eyes and I’d live with it.

Except then, with my fortieth birthday on the horizon, and middle age crises looming all around me, my vision started to be affected. I stopped driving at night time because the bright light starburst of oncoming cars meant I was often temporarily blinded and couldn’t see what else was happening on the roads. I started to need to shine a bright light directly onto whatever I was reading to illuminate the words so I could make sense of the story.

I knew it was time.

At my next visit, I told my doctor that I needed the cataracts removed. He nodded as he was looking at my retinas. ‘Renza, I can’t get a good look at everything going on back there. I’m sure it’s all still fine, but I can’t be certain. I say they need to go, too.’

So, we scheduled two surgeries (I’d used those twelve years of deal making to convince my ophthalmologist that the cataracts would be removed under general anaesthetic because there was no way I was going to be awake while he came at me with sharp objects and stuck them in my eyes), and three weeks after I turned forty, the first cataract came out. Another three weeks later, I had the second cataract removed. The surgeries were painless, easy, and recovery was ridiculously stress-free. I realised afterwards that I’d been seeing the world through sepia-coloured lenses and for the first few weeks post-surgery, I was actually startled by the colour of the sky.

I could see clearly – a blessing and a curse because suddenly those forty-year-old lines on my face, previously blurred thanks to my cloudy vision, became crystal clear. I dealt with this blow by simply dimming the lights when I was putting on my makeup to avoid spending too much time scrutinising the wrinkles, and renamed them laugh lines, congratulating myself on all I’d seen to cause them!

But while the outcome was all positive, emotionally I was a bit of a wreck. Even though I could understand that shitty genes would probably have meant I was going to grow cataracts, was I to blame somehow for their rapid and early onset? There was some time when I was newly diagnosed that my A1c was way outside target and surely my punishment was diabetes-related eye complications. I felt guilty and guilt-ridden, (damn six years of Catholic school).

And I was embarrassed. What sort of twenty- or even thirty-year old gets cataracts? And who needs cataract surgery the minute they turn forty? I tried to joke about it to cover up just how shamed I felt.

Because that’s what happens with diabetes complications. We are told that if we get them, somehow they happen because of our shortcomings. Obviously, this happened to me because I didn’t do as I was told; because I wasn’t good enough; because I didn’t take my diabetes seriously enough. That’s what I was threatened with the day I was diagnosed; that’s what all the literature about diabetes complications says. My failure to look after myself properly resulted in cataracts. Sure, I got off lightly with a pretty easily managed complication, but still, a diabetes complication nonetheless.

But of course, that’s not the case. Complications just happen sometimes. Of course we know that there are things we can do to minimise the risk, but we can’t eliminate that risk completely. Pointing blame does nothing but stigmatise living with complications and, for many, that results in not seeking care.

Talking about complications – openly and easily – is a way to reducing the shame. In the same way that no one asks to get diabetes, no one asks to get diabetes-related complications. Stop the stigma, stop the shame and let’s talk about it and support each other.

Fear of Complications or Inspired by Them?

22 Jan

I remember the conversations started a few days after I was diagnosed. A throat infection had masked the symptoms and I was admitted to hospital in a DKA coma, I would remain in hospital as the medics brought my blood glucose levels down and I have no memory of those first few days.  One of my first memories after diagnosis were of my Nan coming to the hospital to visit me and she told me that one of her friends had diabetes and she had to have her feet cut off because she did not look after her diabetes, that was the first of many negative conversations about diabetes throughout my life.  I was just 5 years old and this conversation happened in Basildon hospital in 1977.  I am sure that my Nan was trying to make me see how important it would be for me to take care of my health and my diabetes, I could not understand how something that made me use the sugars I ate that had broken in my body was related to the possibility of having my feet cut off but the fear she created in me with her well-intended comments has never really left me.

Please don’t judge my Nan badly, in 1977 the impact of psychology on physical health was ground breaking research and had not been adopted by health care professionals or laymen. Tools for managing diabetes did not really exist either, to put this into context there was no self-monitoring of blood glucose, that technology did not exist yet, I was prescribed just one injection per day of an insulin called Monotard, an insulin that was derived from cows or pigs.  We soon found out that I was allergic to cow (bovine) insulin and we switched to pig (porcine) insulin which I could just about tolerate.  The HbA1c test did not exist yet either, or if it did was not available in my hospital.  My expectations of life with diabetes were set at that early stage, it soon became clear that good ‘control’ was important but without any tools to bring about control or ways to measure that control we were unable to make any informed decisions to bring about any form of control, instead we were in a battle for daily survival.  As a teenager, I rebelled against my diabetes skipping injections, eating what I wanted, when I wanted, transition care for diabetes did not exist and I refused to attend diabetes clinic for about 10 years before I finally realised in my late twenties that if I wanted to live with diabetes on my terms I had to make some concessions.

I could write many stories about growing up with diabetes but in this article let’s move the clock forward to 2006. It is now 29 years since diagnosis, I am married to Denise and we have two daughters and we are now living in South Wales.  I am attending diabetes clinic regularly and I have settled into a routine with my diabetes, my family and my life.  I decided that I wanted to be an early adopter for an insulin pump and I had worked with my HCP team to make this happen in 2006.  My insulin pump provided me with the tools to improve my diabetes management, everything was good, I felt better than ever, my HbA1c dropped to 7% (that is 53 for all of the newbies out there) and life was treating me well.

I have secretly made a pact with myself that I am going to see my great grandchildren, my own daughters are just 4 years old and 2 years old at this time. I had already been told that there are changes in the blood vessels in my eyes that needed to be reviewed more carefully and more often and I had been seeing an ophthalmic surgeon once a year for the past 3 or 4 years.  On this day in 2006 I went to see the surgeon feeling surprisingly relaxed, I knew that improving my diabetes management via my insulin pump were going to stabilise the changes in my eyes.  After the examination, the surgeon would always chat to me about the changes he had seen, or not, and then we would tell me to come back in a year.

I could not have been more surprised that day when the surgeon said that there were significant changes that were threatening my sight since my last appointment. I explained that my HbA1c was better than ever, that I was on an insulin pump and his response hit me like a bolt out of the blue “that explains the changes we are seeing, in people with long term type 1 diabetes who rapidly improve their control we sometimes see significant changes in the eyes”.  This felt like diabetes giving me a real kick in the teeth, I had worked my arse off, brought my HbA1c into target range for the first time ever and this is the benefit?  The surgeon went on to explain that continuing to maintain, and even improve, my diabetes management was still essential in maintaining my eyesight and that the long term benefits would certainly outweigh the short term ‘bad news’.  The surgeon then told me that he needed to perform laser surgery on my eyes and he explained what he would do, how he would do it, what were the risks of doing the surgery and the likelihood that if the surgery was not performed I may experience a bleed that could permanently damage or destroy some or all of my vision.  As I began to process this news I asked him when would the surgery take place, I could never have been prepared for his answer when he said in about 10 minutes.

I was given another dose of the drugs which dilate the eye and I was asked to go to the waiting room to allow the additional drops to work. My wife and daughters were in the waiting room and as I walked out half blinded by the drugs in my eyes I knew that I wanted to see my daughters grow up and although my own children were only 2 and 4 years old I made a pact there and then that I would see my great grandchildren, I knew then that I would do whatever it takes to maintain my health for as long as possible.

The surgery went well and over the course of about 6 rounds of laser surgery my retinopathy was stabilised, the treatment I received was excellent and once I recovered from the shock I knew that the treatment approach was right, find a problem and deal with it immediately.

At the time of that surgery I was a 35 year old guy who was carrying too much weight and an active day was walking down the stairs at work, but only if the lift was broken. So, what has changed for me since then?  I started to become more active doing some walking (because I really hated running) in the hills and mountains in the UK and I then went on to do the Welsh 3 Peaks challenge and the 3 Peaks challenge, then after too much wine one evening in 2013 I agreed to run a 5k race, did I mention that I hated running?, and this inspired me to train for a run a half marathon.  I was now 41 years old, and I thought if I can run a half marathon after living with type 1 for 36 years anybody can do it.

On the 2nd of October 2013 I completed the Cardiff half marathon, I never anticipated that it would lead to a phone call from JDRF inviting me to join them for a little challenge and on the 21 June 2014 along with 16 others with type 1 diabetes I watched the sunrise from the summit of Kilimanjaro.  Throughout my training to climb Kilimanjaro I continued to run, did I mention that I hated running?  I found that my diabetes was easier to manage if I took part in regular physical exercise and running was something I could just about anywhere and this is a huge advantage when your job takes you all over the place.  I began to realise that the running was offering me benefits that I could have never anticipated, my blood pressure was now dropping, my cholesterol was dropping, my weight was dropping and I had more energy.  These factors all lower my risks of diabetes complications.

This year I celebrated 40 years of living with type 1 diabetes and to mark the occasion I ran 40 half marathons in a year (did I mention that I hated running), finishing the challenge in Swansea on 26 June 2017 just a few days before the anniversary of my diagnosis. My running campaign had a number of goals, for me personally it was an endurance challenge that pushed me and my diabetes well beyond my comfort zone but it was more than that, it was a campaign to raise awareness of the symptoms of type 1 diabetes.

The next chapter in my story is that my retinopathy remained stable until a few months ago and it has now become maculopathy, I continue to receive excellent care and the situation is being closely monitored. When treatment becomes necessary for my maculopathy it will be dealt with immediately.  Will I get to see my great grandchildren?  I certainly plan to.  However, whatever complications that my diabetes puts in my path I will continue to make every single day count, is that my old fears of complications coming through or is it a realisation that my health is a gift?  I am not sure of the answer but I certainly like the results.

For the last few months I have been enjoying a rest from the running and investing my time into the creation of the website which is dedicated to type 1 diabetes and exercise (1bloodydrop.com). I am working to create a resource which answers the questions what should I do to manage by blood glucose before, during and after I exercise?  We have created video blogs which discuss long distance running, mountain climbing, swimming, weight lifting, football, 5-a-side football and we have some amazing interviews with experts in the field of diabetes and exercise.

What is next? 1bloodydrop.com is putting a team of type 1 ‘athletes’ (an athlete is anybody who is willing to give it a go in my book) together and we are going to set a new record for the most people with type 1 diabetes to run a half marathon together.  The current record is held by the team at 1bloodydrop and is 29 runners with type 1, now we are aiming to get 101 runners with type 1 diabetes to run with us at the Swansea half Marathon on 24 June 2018, join us at http://1bloodydrop.com/videos/swanseahalfmarathon2018/

My Nan’s Cat………

6 Feb

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Ok. We have all heard this at some point in our #WalkWithD when we discuss that we have Type 1 Diabetes with someone and then says………. “Oh! My Nan’s Cat had Diabetes. She had to inject it and everything………”

Note: This post is in no way meant to upset animal lovers in any way so please do not take offence. There is a very serious point to this somewhere in the post so please read on.

So.

I have heard this several times in the last 20 years since my Diagnosis, and there are a lot of pet owners and animal lovers in the UK that have a Cat, Dog, Gerbil or Goldfish (I made that one up) that unfortunately have Type1 Diabetes.

This has me thinking (really never a good thing, and, quite painful).

In the UK we do not have to pay for our insulin, for which we are very lucky and I will be forever grateful. In fact paying for medicine or medical equipment is quite alien to us and if we have to for things like CGM or Flash Glucose Monitoring we occasionally get a bit pissed off annoyed about it. Unless it’s for our pets.  If our aforementioned Cat, Dog, Gerbil or Goldfish needed insulin, then most of us would willingly pay for this in order to keep the animal that we love alive, because of course, without insulin, that pet would die.

What’s the point to this Grumpy post?

The point is this. In other countries, children are dying because they have no insulin. It is not provided, they cannot afford it. Simple as that!

If I would fund the insulin to keep my pet alive, then I should donate to #SpareARose this Valentines to help keep a child alive.

 Sparearose

The Spare a Rose Campaign is raising money to provide insulin to keep children with Type1 Diabetes in other countries alive. There is more information at http://www.p4dc.com/spare-a-rose

Please donate.

Live Long and Bolus

Grumps.

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Grumpy New Year

31 Dec

Since as everyone else is going a review of 2013 I thought I’d jump on the band wagon and do the same.

Suppose the main thing for me in 2013 is that I’ve met some amazing people through the #Doc and associated diabetes stuff. It’s been very helpful in spreading the Grumpiness.

One down side of the year for me has been my fitness. Through injury, but mainly being a lazy git I have achieved my all-time personal best level of unfitness, my highest weight and waist size ever. Ah well. At least I have achieved something.

None of this can be blamed on my Diabetes. Although my Diabetes has been very quiet this year. Maybe its because I sat my oversized arse on it and it can’t escape? My lowest HbA1c in 6 years of 7.1 % was a positive along with halting the damage to my eyes and feet in its tracks were also kind of good……..

So…… 2013…… Basically. I frowned…..

Sports Weekend = Frowning.

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Bloggers Summit = Frowning.

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Monster Manor Launch = Frowning

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QiC Awards = Frowning

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World Diabetes Day = Frowning

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Well then. So what’s the plan for Grumps in 2014? Well…….

Hba1c under 7.0%

100 mile Bike Ride

5K Park Run

Reduce Weight

Kick Diabetes arse off this Planet

And Frown. Always Frown!!!

#NeverLetDiabetesBeatYou