masonbason63
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Hi I'm booking in at 40 years this December and can't work because of a lot of complications and other illnesses but keep on soldering on
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Hi I'm booking in at 40 years this December and can't work because of a lot of complications and other illnesses but keep on soldering on
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Hi Ive been a type 1 for 38 years. Had cancer and 9 stints in plus 6 hour vascular and endovascular
Surgery before Christmas last year. Didn't work- Outta breath and legs seize after 50 yards.
Am ready to give up trying to survive
I hope all the positive stuff continues here
But it's not all smiles hugs and kisses
She promised me that I would never go blind, lose kidney function or have an amputation.
Her only concern was hypos and she was happy for me to run my blood sugars significantly higher (6-10 before meals).
Great post EllieM. I suspect your new consultant is now even more experienced after meeting you.Just had a chat with my new (experienced) diabetic consultant.
I wouldn't have a go at you but I think your consultant may be a bit mad. I guess it depends on how old you are now and how long you expect to live (sorry but it's true) versus how long it will be before problems start. And how you feel about risk.
How does the consultant know that you won't get problems? Basically nobody knows that, we've all been told it's random after a certain point, some people have an hba1c in the low 40s and get problems so how can anyone say that.
I'm sure she was happy for you to be high a lot, it's not her health that will suffer!
That sounds very similar to the hba1c results i get,diagnosed in 1976 and used the archaic methods that were available at the time but i have had complications,im registered blind and have been for over 20 years.Maybe some people are affected differently even with similar control.I've probably posted on this thread before ...but...
48 years T1 with mediocre (HbA1cs in 7-8 range mostly, but probably much worse for the first 12 years pre blood testing meters).
Just had a chat with my new (experienced) diabetic consultant.
She promised me that I would never go blind, lose kidney function or have an amputation.
Her only concern was hypos and she was happy for me to run my blood sugars significantly higher (6-10 before meals).
I'm expecting to get flamed for this but I can see her point (48 years without diabetic complications versus death via hypo).
T1 is NOT the same as T2.
57 years for me also---I also like to think I control my diabetes, not it, me!!!!57 years this February and still going strong.This bloody awful diabetes will not get me.Ive fought it nearly all of my life and it will not rule me I will rule it.
.......and mine.......Really made me chuckle. So, so very like my own childhood experiences lol.
I've probably posted on this thread before ...but...
48 years T1 with mediocre (HbA1cs in 7-8 range mostly, but probably much worse for the first 12 years pre blood testing meters).
Just had a chat with my new (experienced) diabetic consultant.
She promised me that I would never go blind, lose kidney function or have an amputation.
Her only concern was hypos and she was happy for me to run my blood sugars significantly higher (6-10 before meals).
I'm expecting to get flamed for this but I can see her point (48 years without diabetic complications versus death via hypo).
T1 is NOT the same as T2.
My Mum wanted me to go but I hated the thought so refused....think she only wanted a well deserved rest, she used to worry so much about me and the diabetes tooLOL. I am your long-lost twin!
It all seems so crazy in retrospect, doesn't it? Looking back, I think I was scared out of my wits till I was about 30!
Did any of you long-timers ever go to Diabetes Camp. I used to see the pictures in Balance Magazine sometimes and long to go. But you know, I never asked. Strange.
My Mum & brother used to eat Mars Bars after lunch and I had to just sit and watch them....still it got me used to just watching others and doing without, I suppose.....Yes, @Ladybirdy, I used to walk to school and home afterwards with my sisters, and we were "partners in crime". The whole family was "on rations" when it came to sweets because of my diabetes (way to make the siblings love you), but whenever we had a few pennies we used to go to the sweet shop together, and stock up on all kinds of horrendously sugary treats. When we went "officially" to the sweet shop with my mum, twice a week, we were each allowed a 2 ounce "ration" of whatever we chose. Except me, of course. I got peanuts. Every time. I never complained or whined (because it was all just a role play for me, I knew I'd be hitting the sweet shop again sooner or later with the band of sisters!). The funny thing, looking back, is wondering how the sweet shop owner kept a straight face in front of my mum. And of course, I lost count of how many times I was carried off to hospital in an ambulance when I was a kid. And my parents never, but never admitted that my diabetes was not well-controlled. Or that I was Queen of Liars.
Can remember the "potato the size of a hen's egg" description and all the exchanges I had to learn. I was allowed as much butter and fat as I wished because I had gone down to 2 stone, at aged 8, when I was admitted to hospital and it seemed virtually impossible to put on much weight ever, until I was 14 anyway. Was told I would only need to be careful with fatty food if I put on too much weight.Many thanks folks regarding my medal. Much appreciated. Ladybird, I remember all that so well. I grew up in a household with a type 1 mother and grandmother. Each had different glass syringes. My grandmother's was a 'record' fitting and I remember the base of the needles to be much narrower to fit on the end of her syringe. Both myself and mother had luer fitting syringes which seemed to be a bit wider at their top. Every night we had three pots boiling each of our syringes. How daft thinking about it, when we could have placed them all in the one bl**dy pot. Do you remember the little trays of needles? Each one having to also be boiled and expected to last around 10 days! Huge they were too. I remember my mother telling me that gran originally used benedicts solution to test her urine and that the test tube was held over one of the cooker's gas rings to heat it.
The one thing I also remember is the diet sheet I was given when I left hospital and which was used for years. Things like, '2 potatoes no larger than a hens egg', 2 oz of butter maximum, 2 digestives, which I could swop for 3 tea biscuits or nine (!) cream crackers. My sunday treat was always the 6d bars of Walls ice cream (without the wafers - perish the thought). I loved sundays! Oh, and the diabetic fruit cakes sealed up in a tin - access only with a can-opener.
Sadly my great grandmother died from the illness as there was no insulin. I think are all now very fortunate in what's available to help us with the condition.
Bill
Can remember being hungry all the time and kids at school, when I was 11, telling me that I looked as though my Mum didn't feed me.........Rochari!!!! I've found you!!!! I knew a couple of years ago I'd spoken to someone here and they'd told me there were 3 generations of diabetics in one house. What you told me about your grandmother really touched me and stayed with me. What a brave lady (and all those who did it without insulin - so tough for them).........it's you, i thought it was but couldn't be sure.
You know i never heard of this camp before yesterday. I feel like a deprived child lol. I remember well the diet sheet, ha ha there were some bizzare things on it. Oh and the ice cream.
I was terrible, any money i got I'd save in my pencil case and after school (juniors) my friends and i would buy all these sweets........it's much easier to convince 8year olds that you're allowed to eat giant candy lollies ha ha. My bg's must have been horrifically high. I remember getting up so many times in the night and drinking from the tap for minutes at a time![]()