When I was at my early twenties I was diagnosed with Hashimoto' s disease (an autoimmune condition that occurs when the body attacks its own thyroid gland's cells). I got no treatment whatsoever,' cause the damn endos didn't know how to treat a diabetic with thyroid deficiency (two autoimmune conditions in one person! they are too much).
My diabetes was so brittle, I could drop and die.
So, the same good doctors ordered that my insulin treatment would be multiplied by 3! I gained 20 k in a few months, and the journey through diabetic bulemia started. I ate like a maniac and I could't think of anything else all day, I even dropped out of school 'cause I was too sick and too obese to keep up. I got seriously depressed, I thought I was a non-existant person. There was no point on living anymore, mainly because doctors, as well as my family were not supportive at all! They said they couldn't understand what was happening to me, that I was a brilliant gal, who was throwing her life away by binging, that I was a killer of my own self, a big disappointment, a bigger invalid person, and so on, and so forth...
When I turned 25 I started having diabetic neuropathy symptoms. I started with severe gastroparesis and soon painful limbs followed. Doctors got me no treatment as the thought it was the aftermath of my non- compliant behaviour.
When I turned 35 I discovered a painfull lump on my breast. As I have a family history of breast cancer, I got terrified, petrified and astonished, and went straight to get my first mamogram. Both breasts full of white shadows! Ultrasounds and core biopsy followed. I was cleared of cancer.But how can this be?
I have a rare diabetic complication called diabetic mastopathy and I have to learn to live with the pain and the fear for the unknown once again in my life. Without the help of doctors who know nothing of this condition, and my family who got so dazed and confused, they could't stand to look me in the eye. (Since last year 2 family members were diagnosed with cancer, so PLEASE don't forget to get tested!)
I guess all diabetics see a patern here! That I had to go through the worst to find myself and be more mature. Then why do I feel that other people don't care at all about me?
Since then, I lost all the excessive weight (well, almost), I've lowered my daily dosages, I found a doctor who treated my H disease with respect (got me on T4) and when a doctor doesn't know anything about my gastroparesis, neuropathy and mastopathy, well, I have to educate him!!!
Plus I found my best treatment for feeling blue - to be in love!