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This post is a hybrid re-post from (April) and (June), where I have previously shared about my diagnosis. Since those posts, some aspects of my diagnosis and treatment have changed.
The ongoing challenges and discoveries in this diabetic journey have prompted this already overextended blogger to yes…start another blog, about my diabetes.
There is so much about this disease to learn, and so many frustrations. I need someplace to talk about it without cluttering up my other blogs and my Facebook stream. And if my journey can help even one other person, it’s worth the extra blogging time.
On April 14, 2014, my life changed. That is the day that my husband Jeff and I went together to my doctor’s office early in the morning to learn the results of the full physical my doctor performed on me a few days prior, on April 10th. During the actual physical, when I described my symptoms, the doctor initially suspected a hyperactive thyroid. When she got my lab results back that morning, my doctor was shocked.
The doctor diagnosed me with a very extreme case of , along with extremely high cholesterol. I would never in a million years think this would be my diagnosis. The doctor was very upset when she went over my lab work with me. My was 15! (I recently learned it was actually 15.8, almost a 16!) To put that in context, diabetics should be at A1C 7 or lower, and a 13 is considered dangerously high. My doctor said that in 30 years of practicing medicine, she has never had a patient at that level. She couldn’t believe I hadn’t lapsed into a diabetic coma. My cholesterol was sky high (378!). My resting heart rate was the highest she’d ever encountered. She said I was near cardiac arrest. She said I was at fatally high A1C and cholesterol levels. She said I am the healthiest looking unhealthy person she has ever treated. She said I would die if we did not start lowering these levels fast, and if I did not take my condition seriously.
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