UW Health Diabetes Management: Becky's Story
On the afternoon of March 2, 2010 I was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes.
In 2008, because of my high blood pressure and extra weight, my doctor ordered a blood glucose test. The results came back that my levels were high - borderline. She told me to watch it. I heard, "You're fine."
Last year at my physical she ordered a follow-up test. I took the sheet of paper, walked out of the clinic and never came back for the test. On February 19, 2010 at my yearly physical, I once again had blood taken. I found out normal levels of blood glucose are 70-99. I was at 274.
My doctor said, "This is not OK," and put me on medication immediately.
At first I was terrified, overwhelmed and cried about this often. Now I'm just determined. I have never been this determined. Then again, it's never been my life on the line.
I now take medication twice a day and prick my finger for blood tests two to three times a day. In less than two weeks my blood sugar is already down over 120 points. This fact pleasantly surprised my doctor. And me.
I'm lucky that I'm not on insulin. And as determined as I am, I never will be. One day I joke about my Jelly Bean tears or my Marshmallow Fluff blood. The next day I'm feeling like there is this huge mountain I need to climb and I haven't even yet learned to walk.
I have a goal. A year from now I will be down 70-plus pounds and off medication. If I can't be off medication, I will have a plan that in the near future I will be.
I haven't had a single ounce of candy, white bread or white pasta since I heard of my fate. I have passed on birthday cake, French fries and even threw away a plate full of brownies. I know this isn't a death sentence and in fact this may be the best thing that has happened to me.
Today I'm doing great and feel in control. Tomorrow, I hope it's the same.