I was diagnosed in 2002 and have managed my diabetes off and on over the years. Mostly, I’ve managed it the best while I was pregnant with my children, achieving an a1C of 5.8 (woo!!).
Since then, my husband went back to school full time and we lived off savings so I could stay home with our newborn and toddler. During that time due to finances, I wasn’t seeing a doctor or taking insulin. It all caught up with me last week. I was in the hospital with the late stages of DKA - diabetic ketoacidosis - and could have died.
Now I’m back on insulin injections and looking for support getting back into a strong, healthy diabetic lifestyle. It’s like all my knowledge has been erased from my brain. I’m feeling pretty overwhelmed, sorry for myself and terribly afraid of food.