Napa Valley Tour de Cure

As the day for the ride was fast approaching, my excitement was escalating!

I was told that as the “Red Riders” (person with Diabetes) crossed the finish line, they were recognized with cheering and encouragement for their hard work and commitment to not give up!

We fight the fight everyday with diabetes and if we give up, well, that’s not really an option.

I was to ride with my friend Mari (PWD) and my sister-in law Stephanie. Whom I would have to say is one of those people whom may not have Diabetes, but she gets it!

My family had all arranged to be their at the start / finish line to see us through. My husband, kids and parents all were committed!

I was beyond excited for this day to come. I guess partly to be acknowledged for all my hard work which so many of us don’t get recognized for.

 

AND THEN IT HAPPENED…….

 

The ride was on a Sunday and the Friday before the ride, well let’s just say that I did a really dumb thing.

I had been searching for a job for the last few months and I received a call that Friday that was allowing me to start a new chapter in my life. I got a job that I really wanted.  A job working back in surgery which I had missed and tried to get a few years back but was denied due to my diabetes. I called my husband and was literally jumping up and down and side to side for joy.

All of the sudden it felt like someone had taken a baseball bat and hit me as hard as could be in the back of my calf. I was still on the phone with my husband and what started out as a joyous phone call, turned quickly into a panicking “what did I just do”? kinda call.

After calling in reinforcements, my brother and my mom, they soon had my leg iced, wrapped and elevated and I was heading up to the Emergency Room.

We were thinking the worst on the ride to the hospital. A torn Achilles Tendon that was going to require surgery and how was I suppose to start my new job that Monday. I started to have a panic attack. Breath Lori, Breath!

While in the exam room we were so excited to find out that I tore my calf muscle and not my tendon. I did contain my excitement this time.

In and out of the ER in less than an hour (which is record-breaking) and on my way home to ice, elevate and sit. Never in my 44 years of life have I ever had to use crutches and there is definitely a trick to them.

Once I was home the disappointment quickly hit. I was not going to be able to ride in the Tour de Cure ride now that I had been looking forward to for so long. I felt horrible. My sister-in law had committed and agreed to do this with me to support me and now I felt like I was abandoning her.

The Dr said to stay completely off the leg for 48 hours except to get up to use the restroom. Those that know me know that this was going to be a difficult task. My brother constantly checked up on me and I had to send him pictures of my leg in the right spot just to prove to him I was doing what I was told.

Sunday came and NOTHING was going to stop me from going to the ride. My nephew, Jeffrey, said that he would ride in my place for me. I have such amazing family! The least I could do was have Jeff and I pick them up and take them.

We arrived at the ride and we met up with Mari. I did still get my “Tour de Cure” shirt and I wore it proud!

We all sat at the start / finish line to see them through. I can’t explain the feelings that hit me as they were riding away. Giving their time for me.

 

My family and I waited and waited at the finish line with our clappers which were a lot of fun but annoying at the same time. As each rider approached the finish line I looked so closely to see if it were my three peeps!

Jeffrey showed up first, which we all knew would happen, he’s a healthy young boy and this was a piece of cake for him. We all stood up and cheered him on as he crossed the line. He parked his bike and joined us at the finish line.

We waited, and waited and waited. I was starting to get nervous. Had Mari had a low blood sugar issue and Stephanie was helping her? My mind was all over the place. I knew the ride had plenty of helpers but I still was worried.

Then from a distance I saw the red shirt coming around the corner. It was Mari and right behind her was Stephanie. What a proud and emotional moment it was for me. The DJ called out to everyone….”Here comes a Red Rider”. I turned to my mom who was crying. It was very emotional and I didn’t think it would be that emotional for me. They crossed the finish line with their hands waving to us as we cheered them on.

I was not able to ride that day but I believe everything happens for a reason and maybe I was just meant to stand on the side lines and watch as all the people with diabetes and supporters of people with diabetes finished their ride.

Having Diabetes is a ride we will never finish but with determination and will to keep going, we will survive!

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Stephanie, Jeffrey, Mari, Me

Stephanie, Jeffrey, Mari, Me

"The Cheering Section"

“The Cheering Section”

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“My Ladies”

The plane ride home from San Diego that weekend was a “BitterSweet” one.

I had just left this amazing conference filled with woman just like me that all “Got it”. They all knew what living 24/7 was like with Diabetes.

I began this emotional roller coaster that would not stop to let me off.

All these wonderful woman I had just met were all in San Diego and I was returning home to my loneliness, isolation and despair. I wanted to feel that feeling again. The feeling that it was ok to be me. I didn’t have to hide any of my electronics for fear of making anyone uncomfortable. I could poke my finger out on the table and not one person would stare at me and think I was some foreign alien that had just touched down on their land.

I was determined and was not going to quite until I had found at least one other woman like me!

So my journey began……..

I sat at my computer and compiled a list of every single Doctor or health care professional that I thought may come in contact with a woman with Diabetes. I didn’t care what type of Diabetes but I did already know some women with Type 2 and not one with Type 1 so deep inside I wanted to meet someone like me. With Type 1 Diabetes!

There was alot of support out in the community for Type 2’s and I struggled to find any for Type 1’s.

I generated a letter and my daughter made me a flyer offering a support group for women with Diabetes. My first meeting was set for December 6, 2011. I would be opening up my home to total strangers that I already felt were my family.

October 2011 was the start of my mission and I mailed at least 30 packets out. These packets would reach Endocrinologist, Certified Diabetes Educators, Podiatrists, Internists, Nutritionists and big organizations such as Kaiser.

My part was done and now it was time to wait.

I think this was the worst part for me. Every time my phone rang I thought and prayed it would be a soft voice on the other line asking me for support because they had Diabetes. It wasn’t until mid November that I received my first call.

It was as if I was talking to an old classmate that I hadn’t seen in years. We talked for at least an hour. My heart was beating fast and my voice kept crackling. I was nervous but so excited!

She has Type 1 Diabetes.

She wore an insulin pump.

She also lived only a few blocks from my house.

Holy Moly….I was in heaven. To think someone like me lived within walking distance was just amazing! To make things even more shocking for me….the next few calls I received were also woman with Type 1 that lived in my hometown and within a few blocks from my house. I was surrounded!

I was gonna have a heart attack from shear excitement. My husband was telling me to calm down. My blood sugar was out of control. I was crying! This is really happening to me. My dream was coming true. I wasn’t alone and didn’t have to face this disease on my own.

When the doorbell rang I didn’t know what to do. I just stood there knowing that my life was about to change. That on the other side of the door was a woman with Diabetes just like me. I didn’t want to come on too strong to her with excitement so I played cool.

From that moment on…my life has never been the same. My letters and flyers were working. My group was growing by the second and soon we grew out of my home.

I had ladies that were attending my group that drove an hour to get there. I moved our group to a more centralized location to make it easier for most.

Friendships and bonds were formed and now we were carpooling and meeting each other outside of the group meetings.

So many woman had never even met another that also had Type 1 Diabetes. They would show up to the meetings crying just because they were there. I was told that others sat in their cars before and after the meetings crying and feeling some type of relief that they were not alone.

What started out as one person (me) feeling alone and isolated, has now become at least 50 people not feeling alone and isolated anymore.

We continue to meet monthly and I have not missed one meeting since December 2011. I look forward every single month to see “My Ladies”.

They have changed my life and have helped this disease be more managable for me.

I love every single one of them with all my heart!

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“Dancing Queen”

Properly diagnosed as a Type 1 Diabetic at age 41, now what?

I searched and searched the internet for information, blogs, forums and support groups.

My head was spinning and I could not catch a breathe. I did not know one person that had Type 1 Diabetes and I felt like I was all alone on a deserted island to figure out my survival.

Hours of exploring and I came across an event that was coming up in San Diego called “Weekend for Women” A Celebration of Strength. It was put on by an organization called “Behavioral Diabetes Institute” and it sounded like right where I needed to be.

It required me to take a quick plane ride and traveling alone was something I had never done. My husband said that I absolutely needed to go and bought me my plane ticket and booked my reservations. Little did I know that this trip would in fact change my life forever!

I remember it as if it were yesterday. Taking the leap of faith, going outside my comfort zone and determined to find my own kind. Women that Got It!

I arrived on a Friday and that evening was movie night. You showed up in your P.J.’s and they were going to show a movie and have popcorn as a way of breaking the ice. I do admit that it felt a bit strange to go downstairs in a hotel in my P.J.’s to meet people I have never met before, but I was willing to give it a try.

The movie that was showing for the evening….”Mamma Mia”. I had never seen that movie but heard great things about it. I really related to the main character Donna and her relationship with her two best friends, Rosie and Tanya. I wanted that kind of friendship with someone. A friend that you could share all your feelings with, laugh with and cry with. I was hoping to find that over the next few days and I couldn’t wait to get started!

Saturday morning, I walked into this huge room filled with women. My mind was racing. Do all these women have diabetes? I had yet to meet a kind like myself. Where do I sit? So many chairs to choose from. It was like being a kid in a candy store. (No pun intended) My palms became sweaty and I knew I wasn’t having low blood sugar. I was excited and nervous at the same time.

I sat quietly and looked around my table at all the smiles meeting mine. I observed one woman who was sitting across from me eating sugar packets that were placed in the center of the table for our tea. My thought was “She must be having a low”. What a clever thought to treat your low by eating a sugar packet. It seemed weird but works.

To my right I watch as a woman took out her glucometer, poked her finger, sucked the blood from it and then pulled out her insulin pump from underneath her shirt.

Newly diagnosed, I was always so worried about making others feel uncomfortable or having someone watch me so I tried my best to hide all my gadgets and technology. She could care less!

From a distance I heard all different beeps and alarms which made me chuckle inside and realize that this is exactly where I needed to be at that very moment and never wanted this feeling to end.

I was on a high that entire weekend! Exchanging information, laughing and even shedding tears of joy. One of my new sisters even gave me a ride to the airport. I watched her as she was checking her blood sugar while driving and thinking to myself; she does exactly what I do!

I met life long friends that were just like me. They had glucometers, insulin pumps, CGM’s and the scars to prove it. I know longer felt alone.

That weekend was the beginning of a new chapter in my life . I downloaded the soundtrack to “Mamma Mia” and every time I hear the song “Dancing Queen” I think of the three of us. Dancing in our zumba class that weekend with our pumps hanging off our waists and not a care in the world!

I did make friendships like “Donna” !

Their names are Sandi and Shelley.

I love my new friends and I will cherish our friendship forever!

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Sandi, Me, Shelley 2013

“Life Without Sugar”….in the eye’s of my daughter when she was 14

Sometimes I’ve often wondered if my kids really understand me and my disease. I have always done my best to be positive and make it so that they don’t have to worry about me.

With all the pressures and peer influences they each deal with, worrying about me is the last thing I want for them to think about.

The thing is, they do worry about me!

So much so that I was the subject of my daughter’s speech in her public speaking class.

After she read this to me I was in “AH”… just amazed and so proud that she was my daughter. It brought tears to my eyes that she knew so much about the disease without even doing any research.

She was living the disease day to day through me.

I wanted to share it with you………

Imagine life without sugar. No more sugar highs for the fun of it or getting hyped up on sugarey candy to stay up all night. Think about what it would be like if you had to count how much sugar and how many carbs you took in everyday of your life. For most of you, this has never crossed your mind. You’ve never stopped and taken a minute to think about what it would be like if you ate too much or not enough sugar and passed out and became sick. For diabetics this is an everyday stresser. I happen to live with a type one diabetic. My mom has had diabetes for over 8 years now and still isnt used to it. She is constantly complaining about how her fingers hurt from repeatedly poking them to check her blood sugar, having to change the needle in her stomach every 2 days, and always having to worry about how much insulin to give herself according to how many carbs she eats, everytime she eats. From little snacks throughout the day, to every meal of everyday. Diabetes is a disease that thousands of people have that can not be neglected or forgotten.

Everyone in this room has an organ in there body called a pancreas. You’re pancreas produces insulin which is distributed throughout your body and breaks down the sugar that you take in everytime you eat or drink something. Insulin is a hormone that helps turn sugar in your body into energy. Without insulin your cirrculatory system will not work properly and eventually, your organs will begin to shut down. You can not live without insulin. There are two types of diabetes; type one and type two. Type one diabetes is when your pancreas does not produce insulin at all, or in other words, does not work. It is pretty much useless and is just taking up space in your body. If you have type 2 diabetes your pancreas produces a little amount of insulin and still functions but not enough to keep you alive if you do not treat it properly. Therefore, type one is more dangerous.

Believe it or not, there is much more to diabetes than you think. For example, many people think that you get diabetes from eating too much sugar. This is in fact not true at all. Many people assume that an overweight person must eat too much sugar and have diabetes. I’m sure you have been warned by people that you better not eat too much sugar because you will get diabetes. This is the # 1 thing that frustrates my mom. She is constantly having to tell people that diabetes is inherited. For example, someone that has diabetes running in there family is much more likely to get diabetes than someone who doesnt have it in there blood at all. This can be misleading for a lot of people, so keep in mind, no matter how much sugar you eat, it will not lead to diabetes.

Recently, a new device called a pump was created for type one diabetics. A pump is ultimately a portable pancreas connected to the outside of your body. The pump consists of a needle that is most often inserted into the abdomin, which is referred to as the cannula, and a tube that connects the needle to the pump. Which is called the infusion set. The needle needs to be changed every 2 days. When you eat, you use buttons on the insulin pump to give additional insulin called a bolus. You take a bolus to cover the carbohydrate in each meal or snack. If you eat more than you planned, you can simply program a larger bolus of insulin to cover it.You also take a bolus to treat high blood sugar. If you have high blood sugar before you eat, you give a correction or supplemental bolus of insulin to bring it back to your target range. Your target range should be between 70 and 120. If your blood sugar gets too high and you don’t treat it properly it causes you to feel tired and weak. But on the other hand, if you give yourself too much insulin, it could result in a very dangerous situation. You could get so low that you hallucinate and you’re not all there. Eventually you could pass out. This has almost happened to my mom countless times. It’s very scary and makes you realize that this a disease that should be taken seriously and is much more complicated than it seems. One wrong click of a button and it could majorly damage your organs or cost you your life.

In order to know how much insulin to give yourself you have to know what your blood sugar is. The traditional method of testing your blood sugar involves pricking your finger with a lancet (a small, sharp needle), putting a drop of blood on a test strip and then placing the strip into a meter that displays your blood sugar level. Many diabetics fingers are very sore from continually poking them. But they really have no other choice. I have met people and have heard of situations where diabetics dont take care of themselves properly and are ofter missing toes, fingers, and even arms and legs. Diabetes is a serious disease and if you don’t take it seriously and don’t take care of yourself, there are many consequences.

As you can see, diabetes is more complicated than you might think. Diabetics have to work 10x harder than someone without diabetes. My mom is one of the strongest people I know. Diabetes is not an easy disease to take care of and there is currently no cure. But if you really take care of yourself and take the time to recognize that diabetes is something you can’t get rid of, then you will have just as good of a life as someone without diabetes. If you ever see someone with an object hooked to the outside of there body connected by a thin tube, chances are, they have type 1 diabetes. So now imagine your life without sugar, and remember that thousands of people actaully live this way. I hope one day people will finally learn that diabetes isn’t from eating too much sugar and people with diabetes didn’t ask for the disease. But fortunately for them, new devices such as the pump, have made a life changing difference among those with diabetes. And hopefully one day, they will find a cure.

By Hanna
(14 yr old daughter of a Type 1 diabetic)

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Hanna (now 17) and me

Where to “Wear” the Pump

O.K……so how many of you have experimented with where you put your infusions sets?

I have always been a creature of habit, therefore always sticking to the same old spot…my abdomen!

My stomach is pretty beat up so I thought maybe I would try some different spots. All I can say is..at least I tried!

First alternative spot tried… my upper arm.

Plenty of nice meat up there to absorb the insulin. My daughter is in a dance class and came home one day and told me that a young girl in her class has a pump and she puts her set on her arm. Hmmmm…that’s interesting! That might work. I could just wear a long sleeved shirt and “Bam” pump and set are discreet.

Insertion of my set wasn’t bad. I use the Sure-T and the needle actually didn’t hurt. O.K…this may work.

Until my first bolus. OUCH!! BURN!! PAIN!! STINGING!! Just like when you get a shot in your arm. I thought to myself “make it stop” this is horrible. Not sure if I can get through 2 days of this but I will try. Bolus after bolus and my blood sugar remained high. What’s up with that? I wasn’t doing anything different? Still eating the same. Carb counting the same.

Then it hit me..my insulin must not be absorbing the same way it does in my stomach. Well..that didn’t last long. Went back to the stomach again!

Second alternative spot tried…my upper right Butt cheek.

I had recently gone to a Diabetes Health Fair and the guy from Medtronic said that’s where he always puts his set. Hmmmm..o.k…let’s give this a try.

Difficult spot to get to for me. Unless I have eyes in the back of my head, this was not going to happen.

So I searched for my husband! He was more than happy to help me with this task. He didn’t give me any warnings though….JAB..it’s in. O.K., I thought to myself. This is duable. This might actually work.

Until I decided to go out and ride my horse. Not so good!

I had lasted an entire day with it on my upper butt cheek and even put some tape over it to insure that it wasn’t going to slip out. Perfect!

The next day I head out to the ranch. So far so good as I’m walking him around in the arena. I have the pump resting in my vest pocket. My iPhone in my other pocket with my earphones on listening to my music, just chilling and enjoying the ride.

I prompt my horse (Danny) to move faster and trot. Forgetting about the pump, and knowing that it’s much easier to post while trotting, (which means stand up and down in your stirrups) I begin to post and trot Danny along. Not bad so far….it’s working.

Until I feel something flying around at my side. Oh crap! The pump flew out of my pocket and is now flying with my horse in the wind while attached to my butt cheek. My pants were not going to allow the insertion set to come out with the pump but my pump was on a ride. (That tubing is amazingly strong)

“Do I get the pump first?” “Stop the horse?” Oh crap…now my earphones are out and on the other side of my horse flying around. “Would if he steps on them?” “My cell phone!” All my electronics were out of control and I’m no longer in control of this situation.

I pull back on the reins. Whoa! Thank god “Danny” stopped and Thank god know body else was out in the arena to witness this.

If only horses could talk. I wonder what advice Danny would’ve given me or some choice words too.

I grabbed the pump and this time zipped it up in my vest pocket. Grabbed my iPhone and earphones and decided not to get in my zen place anymore and zipped and tightly secured them in my other pocket. I couldn’t help but chuckle under my breathe about it and talked to Danny about it too.

Third and final alternative spot to try…my left upper Butt Cheek.

Seriously thought about my horse back riding adventure and was so impressed at how well the set stayed on during my catastrophe, I thought I would try the other side.

Had to wait for my husband to get home from work to insert the set. My kids wanted to help but I was kinda worried that they might miss and end up in a not so pleasant spot.

Insertion of the set was good again. All went well. The insulin seemed to be absorbing fine too in this spot. My blood sugars remained in control and in range.

All was well until I was reminded that I forget to put the tape over the needle part to secure it more. Just a few times of bending over and the needle and set got hooked on my pants. At that point I was pretty much done experimenting.

I went back to the stomach and that’s where I plan to keep it for now.

“Why change it if it isn’t broken?” That’s the lesson that I learned!

My Diagnosis

Hi there, welcome to my blog! It’s been a few years since I last blogged; My first blog was called Life with “Da Pump”. After deciding to get back into it, I have recently switched to “SweetLovn” which I feel is more appropriate for the direction my life has taken! I hope you enjoy!

I wanted to start out my first post with the story of my diagnosis as well as a bit about myself, for those of you who don’t know me.

Diabetes all started for me during my last pregnancy. This was my fourth and final pregnancy, and up until that point I had never had any concerns about this disease. I remember it as if it were yesterday, although it was almost 9 years ago. I had been camping with my family a few hours away from home when I’d received an urgent call from my doctor. He told me that my first glucose tolerance test was questionable and requested that I come back to the office to repeat the 3 hour test. Not looking forward to having to drink that gross, sugary drink for the test, I left camp before the sun came up and drove home. I did the test at the lab, and decided to once again join my family at the lake for the remainder of our vacation.

While swimming in the lake the next day, I heard my husband yell to me from across the beach, “the doctor is on your cell phone…” Eager to hear the results of my glucose test, I waddled as fast as I could to the phone.
As you have probably guessed by now, it was confirmed. I had gestational diabetes. My vacation was over; it was time to get home to start taking care of myself.

Aside from about 8 shots of insulin a day and having to fit diabetes into my busy schedule of caring for our other 3 children, the rest of the pregnancy went well. I delivered a 6lb 12oz baby boy named Joe. All my hard work was worth it! The diabetes had disappeared for good, or so I thought.

Once my son was about 2 years old the symptoms started. I remember being away with my husband for our anniversary and was constantly asking him to fill up the complimentary hotel ice bucket with ice to satisfy my cravings. I ate that entire bucket of ice on my own. I am surprised I didn’t chip or lose any teeth in the process.

I just could not get enough to drink; I would wake up peeing all night. That aside, I have to say that the best part was the weight loss. Seriously…8 lbs a week! I knew something wasn’t right so I scheduled an appointment with my family physician. He ordered me to go to the lab and then the wait began.

I honestly did not know the symptoms of diabetes, so the possibility of me having it had never even crossed my mind.

I remember being at work and receiving a call from his nurse. “Hi Lori, this is Mary, Dr. Brown’s nurse. I just wanted to let you know that you have diabetes. You need to come into the office tomorrow to get started on some medication.” ‘Excuse me?’ was my first thought. Are you kidding me? Not even a call from the doctor; just the nurse, basically telling me that I have a life changing disease and that I need to come into the office tomorrow to see the doctor.

From that day on my misdiagnosis of Type 2 began. I was referred to an endocrinologist who had me trying all different kinds of medication. I was put on Avandia, Metformin, Glipizide, Glyberide, Byetta (just to name a few).
The weight gain began and so did the loneliness and isolation. My endocrinologist kept stressing the importance of weight loss, diet and exercise with Type 2, but he kept giving me medication that caused weight gain. Go figure. They even went as far as to have me increase my A1C to 9 so that I would qualify for Byetta which is supposed to help you lose weight.

I worked so hard to get my A1C from 13 to 7, and now I need to bring it back up so my insurance will cover this medication. Ridiculous. Whatever! I did what I had to do. In the end, Byetta did not work for me at all.

My family tried their best to be supportive but no one ever really understood. This was my disease and I needed to figure it out on my own. They kept telling me to just lose weight and the diabetes would go away. I lived with guilt everyday, thinking to myself ‘how did I do this to myself? Why can’t I just lose weight and make it go away?’ I felt like I was being watched and judged constantly by what I was putting in my mouth. The diabetes was not getting any better. If anything it was getting worse.

I went on a diabetes forum and met a women who was also diabetic. Her story was very similar to mine and she suggested that I ask my Endo to test me for Type 1. That had never even crossed my mind. I guess it was possible. At the time I really did not know the difference between the two.

My endocrinologist office refused to test me. They said that it wasn’t necessary and it was a very expensive test. They continued to say that it really didn’t matter if I was Type 1 or Type 2. The treatment was the same. They were the medical professionals. They knew what was best for me. (Or so I thought.)

I continued as a Type 2 diabetic for another year and faced problem after problem. Fatigue, high blood sugar, irritability, and continued weight gain. Which by the way, made me more depressed, which in turn resulted in being put on anti-depressants.

I honestly felt like my grandmother. I had resorted to getting a pill box to help me remember to take all my meds and when. My grandmother was diabetic as well and she passed away 9 years ago. Unfortunately this disease runs on both sides of my family.

Finally, it was open enrollment at my husband’s work and we decided to switch to Kaiser. I had my reservations about this because of different stories I had heard in the past, both good and bad. We started with Kaiser in January of 2010.

After a few visits, any reservations I had previously had about Kaiser were gone. They instantly had me see my family physician. My physician then referred me to a nutritionist. I worked with her while also seeing a therapist to address my depression.

Kaiser was on the ball with my diabetes care. They are all about prevention and I felt so relieved to start getting such amazing care. Around 2 months into my care with Kaiser, my physician said that she wasn’t entirely happy with how my diabetes was going and wanted to test me for Type 1. Really? I was actually excited about this. Maybe all my hard work wasn’t working for a reason.

My physician phoned me a few days later and told me that in fact I was definitely a Type 1 diabetic and I needed insulin. At that moment I didn’t know whether to cry because I was afraid or to jump for joy because I was happy to have the right diagnosis. I honestly also felt some bit of relief and weight lifted because I did not do this to myself. It wasn’t my fault that I have Type 1.

Society is so uneducated about diabetes and I feel that most people believe that if you have Type 2, you brought it on yourself because you’re unhealthy, overweight or eat too much sugar. It’s so not the case, but who am I to try to change people and the way they think? I felt that at least with Type 1, I might not be judged as much. I needed insulin now because my Pancreas has just stopped producing it.

Instantly with my new diagnosis of Type 1 my diabetes care changed.I was referred to an endocrinologist who referred me to his nurse practitioner with whom I have been seeing ever since, and boy does she know Diabetes. She put me on an insulin regimen which instantly made me feel better.

I was starting to feel better. I was starting to live again. I had missed so much time with my kids because of being misdiagnosed. I can’t get that back but can only move on from here.

I had done some research about the insulin pump and asked my nurse practitioner if I would be a good candidate. She said absolutely and my training began. I had to go to “pump school” which was a school I never thought I would ever have to attend in this life time.

I received my insulin pump in the mail October 1, 2010 and BAM! I was hooked up and I was pumping! It has been about 1 year now with my pump and it has definitely had its up and downs… like finding the appropriate place to put it based on my activities at the time: horseback riding, swimming, camping, sleeping or just lounging. It’s challenging but well worth it. I love my pump and have no regrets about getting it at all!