I try to look at the bright side of everything and remain positive for my son. Today…I can’t seem to see the bright side.
Type 2 took my grandma’s life a couple years back. It was sudden. She died in her sleep. My dad was diagnosed type 2 somewhere around 10 years ago. My son diagnosed type 1 a year ago.
Thursday I got a call from my dad saying his blood sugar was dropping and he couldn’t get it to come up. He was at work and had left his meter at home. He could barely speak. My mom rushed him to the ER. I met them there. He was pale white, sweating and shaking while sitting in the waiting room waiting his turn.
About an hour in they got him checked in and tested his BG. 371. Odd…but considering he had eaten over 100 carbs trying to get the low feeling to go away with no success I wasn’t really surprised. He still felt low. He is never scared and he was terrified. His hands were numb and his chest was tight. They ran an EKG which looked normal. What is going on?
After 6 hours with no improvement they decided he should stay. He had a heart cath this morning. The doctor came out and told us that they scheduled him for the next available bypass surgery on Monday.
After losing his insurance a while back and not being able to get insulin on a regular basis, he is now left with coronary arteries that are 90-95% blocked.
Sextuple bypass surgery. I never even knew that existed.
He is only 53. He is a healthy weight. He is extremely active and runs a construction company. He helps coach my daughter’s basketball teams. BUT he doesn’t eat well and he puts himself last on the list. It has cost him dearly. His A1C is 12.9 and his cardiologist says his lack of diabetes management is destroying his heart.
That really scared my son. I told him that this is why we put so much effort into managing his diabetes. This is why it’s important. If he works hard and takes care of himself, he will stay healthy.
I’m scared for my dad. We can’t lose him. What will my mom do if something happens to him? What will my kids do? Everything is running through my head. How are they going to pull through this financially?
10 years of diabetes has done so much damage to my dad. By the time my son is 53 he will have been fighting this for 43 years. I ease his worries but I am so scared for him. I know I am being irrational but I can’t seem to see through the fear right now.
Today…I hate diabetes more than ever.