I’m T2. Mom’s T2. The Other Half is T2. My former office mate is T2. My former supervisor is T2.
I test regularly, if not always religiously. The Other Half’s insurance sent him a meter and told him to test years ago, when he was still “borderline” (after a “you’re safe” gap, he still does). My former office mate tests. My former supervisor does not. My mother has never been offered (other than by me) the opportunity to test, and does not test.
Other than our relative ages (office mate and supervisor are both 10-15 years older than me) and dates of diagnosis (Mom was diagnosed in the mid 1990’s; office mate was diagnosed in the late 1990’s; Other Half was diagnosed “borderline” around 2001 and T2 in 2007; I was diagnosed in 2002 – I don’t know when the supervisor was diagnosed), there’s no discernable difference between us.
We all are, or have been, on oral meds.
We all have been given dietary advice. My office mate – who tests, and my supervisor – who doesn’t – live in two different states, but both were given similar dietary advice.
So, what makes some of us willing to test, and test agressively, while others are content to wait for a quarterly or semiannual “attaboy” from their doctors?
The “shooting up old school” entry on Kerri’s blog today brings to mind a T2 “generation gap”.
Which side of the gap we lie determines whether we test aggressively, or not at all; whether or not we know what “CDE” stands for; whether we eat fruits, or run in fear any time someone mentions the word “banana”. It is a gap both of age, and of diagnosis date. It is a gap of physician aggressiveness, and of insurance companies’ willingness to look at patients’ long-term health. It is a gap of financial means, and of personal interest.
Never mind that we’re all T2s.
Welcome to the 2ilight Zone.