At this time of year, lots of chocolate may come into your life. This is to be celebrated – diabetes or no diabetes.

I don’t hand out advice, but I do share things I’ve learnt. And I’d like to share this: sugarfree chocolate is the work of the devil. It does weird things to your insides, leaves an odd metallic coating in your mouth, will make you spend a lot of time in the loo and basically tastes like crap a little unsavoury.

Eating the real thing is far better and definitely bolus-worthy. My favourite chocolate to eat at Easter is in the form of a dark chocolate Lindt Gold Bunny. I’m also partial to anything from Haigh’s chocolate.

I read the other day that if you crack open your eggs (Bunny) before eating, all the calories fall out.* So smash the bejeezus out of your chocolate before eating it, make it dark chocolate and I think that you’ve pretty much got a health food in front of you.**

Also, there is to be no guilt associated with eating any said chocolate.

Enjoy the next couple of days and I’ll see you next week with a belly full of real chocolate!

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*Not proven by science. 

**I’m not a dietitian and this bit could be made up.

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REBECCA

Being a single mum is a lot like living with Diabetes – yes it can be tough, but also very rewarding  – especially when you are in control!
Being both has certainly proven to be challenging – but if anything – 28 years of T1D has been a great training ground in showing me what I am capable of, and giving me the resilience I have needed lately. I know what I am capable of – and I know I can conquer this too.
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On April 15, 1998, I was inducted into the world of diabetes. I had no idea what lay ahead of me and it was a year where I really didn’t have time to be diagnosed with a chronic health condition. At the time, I was 24 years old, in the middle of wedding-planning, trying to buy a house, changing careers and moving. Diabetes wasn’t part of the plan. It still isn’t, come to think of it, but I don’t really have a say in the matter now.

Today, I’m reposting a letter I wrote to my 24 year old self about what I could expect. I’ve made a few little changes (you can read the original post here) , and the reworked one below:

Dear 24-and-a-half-year-old-me

Oh, sweetie. Diabetes sucks. You don’t know that yet, but let’s clear that up from the beginning. It sucks. It’s not fun and it is a pain in parts of you that you didn’t even know could hurt. But figuratively more than literally.

Right now, you are overwhelmed, stressed, anxious, scared and terrified. In a couple of weeks you’re going to get angry. Really angry! It’s OK to be feeling all these things.

You will be fluent in a new language within the next few weeks. Words that you’d never heard of become part of your vernacular, and you become incredibly conversant in anagrams. BGL, CSII, HbA1c, DA-Vic, CGM, ADEA…. And you will delight in the fun way mmol/l rolls of your tongue. (I promise – that will make sense!)

Believe it or not, you are going to be absolutely fine about sticking a needle into your skin four times a day. And you’ll find that actually, it doesn’t hurt. You won’t be quite as comfortable about the jabbing your fingers what feels like a million times a week to find out what your blood sugar is doing.

But things get better. The lancet device you have now is pretty horrendous and in a couple of years, you’ll get a new one that doesn’t make quite as nasty a clunking sound, and will hurt less. Also, the first meter you have will take 20 seconds to count down to tell you your BGL. Wait until you get one that takes five seconds! You won’t know what to do with all that extra time in your day! And one day you’ll get a meter that plugs into your iPhone. (And one day, you’ll know what an iPhone is!)

Find out everything you can about insulin pumps. Speak with people using one. In three years you will have one and it will change your life. I want you to hold on to that over the next couple of years when things are not going as you’d like with your diabetes management and you think that you’ll never work it out. You do. And your pump is a huge help. Technology that you have no idea about is going to become an integral part of your life. Don’t be afraid of it – embrace it. But remember that these tools are there to help YOU manage your condition. Don’t become a slave to the data and don’t feel that you can’t take a break and go back to basics if that’s what you need.

(Also, perhaps tone down the evangelical pump attitude you develop. You become a little zealot-like. Yes, it worked for you, but it may not be for everyone. BUT INSULIN PUMPS ROCK!!!! As for CGM – let’s just say that your mind will be blown!)

Can we just talk about guilt for a minute? Diabetes comes with a lot of it and you’re going to learn that really quickly. Here are some things that you absolutely should not feel guilty about:

  • The fact that you don’t change your lancet EVERY time you check your BGL
  • Ditto goes for pen needles, and after three years, pump changes
  • What you eat. Food does not have a moral compass.
  • When you feel overwhelmed and completely ‘over’ having diabetes
  • Not wanting to be a diabetes advocate ALL THE TIME
  • Accepting that saying ‘that’ll do‘ when it comes to your diabetes doesn’t make you a bad person; in fact, it makes the whole diabetes palaver more manageable!

As you are in the middle of your wedding plans, here are some things I want you to know about that day so you can relax a little. It is a fantastic day. Your dress is stunning, your hair looks fine and you find the shoes you have been searching for. Diabetes comes along for the ride, but it’s in the background and no one mentions it on the day except for your mum asking quietly if your BGL is OK. When you think back to your wedding day, look at the photos and watch the video, you won’t be thinking about diabetes. You’ll remember the song that was played as you walked down the aisle and the faces in front of you. You’ll remember dancing the tango at the reception and the band playing Stevie Wonder as ‘gli sposi; were introduced to their friends and family.

(Also, the cars will be running late, but they’ll get there; and deliver you to the church inside Aaron’s ‘you’ve-got-fifteen-minutes-or-I’m-heading-to-the-pub’ timeframe.)

Oh, and when you meet your endocrinologist for the first time, he is going to tell you that diabetes will not stop you from having babies, as long as you have finished having your family by the time you are thirty. And you are going to wonder how it will be possible for you in the next five and a half years to fit in all the things you planned AS WELL as have a couple of kids. Don’t stress. Soon, you will find an endocrinologist who sets you straight. And when you are three days shy of thirty-one you will have a daughter. She’s a delight.

He will also show you some scary pictures of amputated limbs, kidney failure and tell you that you may go blind. Please, please, please don’t be shocked by what he says. The scare tactics that are used on you by him and other diabetes health professionals you will meet in the next couple of years will actually make you angry and determined. This is a good thing. As you seek out information, you will learn that complications are not inevitable and you will do everything possible to minimise your risk. And you will also come to understand that the guilt associated with complications is not fair.

You are going to meet some incredible people in the next few years – some of them become some of your best friends. Having a support network of people living with diabetes will inspire you, help you. Seek them out! And you have no idea what this means, but when, in 2011, you decide to get on Twitter, embrace it like there’s no tomorrow. Your mind will be opened up to a world of amazing, inspiring, caring, funny people all over the world who, like you, live and love with diabetes. You will call these people your friends and you will be part of a global community that makes you feel accepted and safe.

So 24-and-a-half-year-old me. The future isn’t as grim as you think it is right now. Your life isn’t life with diabetes. Diabetes isn’t the central part of it and I know that right now you wonder how it can be anything other than that. But it’s not. There will be times where you feel that it is all consuming and taking over everything, but by and large you manage to keep it in its place. You will get to forty and be healthy and surrounded by the people who love and support you and while you will have encountered some of the most difficult times, you will also have encountered some of the most wonderful. Diabetes is only part of your life.

Also, go and eat a cupcake today – just because you want to. It’s what I am going to do right now!

Much love from your much wiser, 40 year old self.

 

 

 

We have two dogs and one cat. They are fluffy, cute and very much part of our family. And while I like to think that they are wonder animals, they’re really not. Bella, the Maltese/poodle cross used to sleep under the coffee table and every time she woke up, hit her head. She did this for three years. Until we got rid of the coffee table. Jasper, who is getting old now, has only one thing on his mind – food. He’ll eat anything, including the green leaves at the top of a strawberry and the watermelon rind. Cherry the cat is, as most cats, quite brilliant, and manages her staff (the three humans of the house) in typical cat aloofness with a side of purring cuddles thrown in so we remember how much we love her.

Gorgeous? Yes. Smart? Not so much.

For years of I’ve heard stories of dogs and cats that can sense if their owners’ BGL is dropping. Clever hypo alert dogs are being used by people with impaired hypo awareness to notify them of undetected lows. I’d read these stories. And then think of our little pets whose skills don’t go much beyond sleeping, eating and looking cute. I was resigned to the fact that none of our pets would save me in a sticky situation. Except, I think that the other night, Jasper may have done just that.

Until recently, Jasper slept at the end of the bed. A new, higher mattress and his old age have meant that jumping up was becoming harder and harder. Instead of effortlessly leaping up, he would run from side to side of the bed, front paws on the mattress, his boofy head popping up, looking a little like a meerkat as he waited for one of the humans to lift him up. After getting sick and tired of this routine, we bought him a bed and he now sleeps in a corner of the room.

The other night, I put myself to bed early and promptly fell asleep. After about an hour, I stirred because Jasper was doing his meerkat impersonation, but only on my side of the bed. Suddenly I felt him gently tapping at me. I told him to leave me alone and go back to his bed. But he refused. Dozing in and out of sleep, I could feel his paw on my arm and then he stared whining.

Finally, wide awake and annoyed at being woken, I started to get out of bed, thinking he needed to be let out or wanted his water bowl filled. As soon as I stood up, it hit me. I was low. Really low. I slumped back on the bed and grabbed the lolly jar from the bedside table and threw down a handful of jelly snakes. Jasper sat down at my feet, watching me earnestly. As I started to feel a little less woozy and could sense my BGLs coming up, Jasper padded back over to his bed, got himself comfortable and fell back asleep.

I ate a couple more jelly snakes and checked my BGL. It was back in range. I could hear him snoring gently in his corner and ten minutes later, as I started falling back asleep, I thought that maybe he is a wonderdog after all.

Jasper the Wonderdog

Jasper the Wonderdog

Tuesday night’s tweet chat (splendidly moderated by Kim, who I think it is fair to say has become an expert at herding the kittens of #OzDOC) was all about the ‘what we’re told’ versus the reality of life with diabetes.

We have guidelines, we have evidence, we have best practise. All of these things are important. They provide gold standards.

Then, we have life. And everything gets thrown out the window.

Everyone (diabetes or no diabetes) uses short cuts and life hacks in their day-to-day life. These are accepted and understood to be necessary in cutting through the every day. Saving time and energy makes sense – we’re all busy!

And those of us with diabetes get to add chronic health condition management on top of everything else! We know what the guidelines say; we know what the posters in the waiting rooms tell us; we hear the words our HCPs use about management of diabetes.

But the reality? A lot of the time we ignore it all and do what we can; despite what we know.

Here’s what I know.

  • I know how frequently I ‘should’ change my pen needle (if on shots)
  • I know how frequently I ‘should’ change my pump line
  • I know how frequently I ‘should’ change my lancet
  • I know that I ‘should’ eat a low GI breakfast each morning
  • I know how frequently I ‘should’ see my HCPs
  • I know I ‘should not’ consider chocolate a food group (or Nutella. Or coffee.)
  • I know how many times a day I ‘should’ check my BGL
  • I know the times throughout the day I ‘should’ check my BGL
  • I know I ‘should’ get my HbA1c checked every three months
  • I know how many days I ‘should’ leave my CGM sensor in
  • I know where I ‘should’ site my pump cannula and sensor
  • I know I ‘should’ carry emergency diabetes supplies in case my pump fails
  • I know how I ‘should’ treat a low blood sugar.

But here’s what else I know.

There is no place for ‘should’ in diabetes management. There is ‘this is what I do’. And that – THAT – is good enough!

It’s Friday! Check out this great string quartet playing a bit of Vivaldi (and Mozart and Weill).

How often do you ask for help because of your diabetes? Yesterday at work, I had a hypo that just wouldn’t quit. I ate the equivalent of the weight of a tram/rhino in jelly beans. It worked eventually, but for a long time I was hovering around the 3.0mmol/l mark, anxiously checking every 10 minutes to see if there was any increase in my BGL, while at the same time waiting for the inevitable spike (yep – came two hours later in the form of a lovely 26.5mmol/l. #DuckingFiabetes).

So, did I call out to anyone and ask for their help? Did I request someone come and sit with me for a bit – at least for the part where I was seriously wondering if standing was a good idea? Nope. Instead, I fought through, guzzling glucose, sitting in meetings, smiling my way through. Anytime I saw someone and they asked ‘How are you?’ did I say ‘Low, low, low, low’? Nope. I said ‘I’m fine, thanks’ and threw them what I thought was a winning smile, but given my hypo state was most likely a lopsided grimace.

I’m not good at asking for help. The one hypo I’ve had that required an ambulance occurred when I was walking around the park one evening with a dear friend. She noticed me throwing down a handful of the jelly beans I carry with me whenever we walk and casually asked if I was okay. ‘Yep – all good’ I said and we continued powering away. Her concern grew as I started shovelling the jelly beans down and became distracted, but every time she asked if I was okay or if we needed to stop, I’d smile and tell her all was fine and that the glucose would start working shortly. Even as the sweat started to drench me and I felt my legs start to turn to liquid, I swore that all was okay. At no point did I say to her that I was concerned that I was about to pass out. At no point did I tell her that I thought I was not going to make it back to her apartment. ‘I’m fine.’ I said. Over and over and over. Until I wasn’t and the next thing I remember was waking up on her the floor of her apartment with a paramedic about to shove a dextrose IV into my right arm.

On those occasions where I have needed help, I’ve been left feeling beaten. I vow to step things up and not let diabetes win again. But is it a matter of diabetes winning? Perhaps this ridiculous doggedness to insist that ‘I’m fine’ is actually doing more harm than good. Would it have been so terrible if yesterday I had said to a colleague ‘I am having trouble getting my BGLs up. If I have to eat another jelly bean I’m going to vomit. Would you mind at all finding me some juice to drink?’ Would they have thought any less of me; seen me as helpless; decided that I was losing to diabetes?

Of course not. But this isn’t about what others think. I need to feel that I can do this on my own. I don’t want the burden of my condition to become my family’s burden. I don’t want to acknowledge that diabetes is changing and that what worked in the first decade and a half is perhaps not going to now. I need to believe that I am fine; that I’m going to be fine. Really. I’m fine.

On my bedside table

On my bedside table

A favourite book of mine is An Equal Music by Vikram Seth. I first read this book back in 2000 when I had not long stopped playing music. The book spoke to me for a number of reasons, but mostly because Seth completely nailed the way that he wrote about musicians. Having been one for a long time, married to one and surrounded by friends who are musicians, I found myself smiling at how right he got some of the nuances. I’ve lived through and participated in detailed discussions about composers – deriding those not as beloved as others, hours upon hours of intricate dissections of performances, passionate debates about the quality of one Shostakovich string quartet over another. And Seth’s version of this was so spot on!

We develop a language when we are part of a community. The music world certainly has one and I consider myself still quite fluent due to the people I am around a lot.

And the diabetes community has one too. The language itself is full of words and abbreviations that only make sense to those who use them on a daily basis. And there are distinctions we insist upon that make others consider us pedants. There are in-jokes that make sense only to those who ‘get it’.

But it is about far more than just the words or the descriptions. It is about the way we talk and the meanings behind the words – often resulting in confusion from those not part of the group. It can be exclusive for this reason, which whilst usually not great, does make us feel that we are part of something distinctive. I’m not necessarily sure that is a good thing when we haven’t actually chosen to join this club, but regardless, I know the way I relate to others with diabetes often employs shorthand to get straight to the point and avoid detailed descriptions and explanations.

Think about it. When you say to someone with diabetes that your BGL is 2.1 (or 21) mmol/l, they will immediately know what that means. Say it to someone who has no connection to diabetes and the will not understand that it means you need to do something. Immediately.

I come back to An Equal Music every year. Sometimes I read it all, other times I skim through, finding passages that are particularly significant to me. I get swept back into the world of chamber music and Beethoven. It was a different time in my life. I feel lucky that I can recapture it – even in just a tiny little way – in the pages of this beautiful book.

diabetes tales THE GRUMPY PUMPER

No. It’s not the “Bad” Type

No. I don’t have it “Really” bad and that’s why I’m on a pump.

No. If you press that button I won’t die. YOU WILL!!

 

Grumpy

You can read more from Grumpy at his blog, The Grumpy Pumper and follow him on Twitter here.  (He’s actually quite delightful!)

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Technology in diabetes has come a long way in recent times. In the almost-sixteen years I’ve had diabetes, we’ve seen the advent of ‘smart’ pumps, CGMS and even trials of closed-loop systems that make the artificial pancreas seem a real possibility in the not-too-distant future.

BGL meters are smarter too, with new ones having built-in wizards to help keep track of insulin on board to avoid stacking-induced hypos. Carb to insulin ratios and insulin sensitivity factors can also be programmed to help calculate the amount of insulin required, taking into account how much insulin is still active, the carbs in what you are about to eat as well as your current BGL. These calculations, once the domain of pumps only, can now be used by all people with diabetes with minimal training.

There are aggregate apps that pull together data, make them into pretty graphs and assist with finding patterns, highlighting problems and allowing the user to send the information to their HCPs for online discussions (or follow up at your next face-to-face appointment).

There is data everywhere and we can track, estimate and predict our BGLs, insulin doses, carb intake. It’s all there for the taking.

And it can be overwhelming.

If information is power, then with this much information at our fingertips, we should all be incredibly powerful! But sometimes rather than power, instead I find it’s information overload. I stop responding to the data because there is just too much of it. In the same way that we are bombarded with social media updates so we stop listening, the never-ending data stream become white noise, too hard to distinguish anything of any real meaning.

I mentioned that in an endeavour to keep things simple, I stopped wearing my CGMS. There was no point in attaching an $80 sensor if I wasn’t going to be doing anything with the numbers it was constantly giving me. Instead, it made sense to do whatever BGL checking I felt I could manage and actually respond to the information in a meaningful way.

I’m still enjoying this lower level of data collection and am finding that it has contributed to be staying on track, rather than contributing to a season of burnout. Tailoring the information I can deal with is a smart way for me to ‘cope’ without being the data nerd I am at other times.

You will never hear from me that the technology available in helping manage our diabetes is a bad thing. You will never hear me say that it is a waste of time or pointless or an unnecessary expense. But I will say that I think there needs to be an acknowledgement and understanding that sometimes it’s just too much and can result in feelings of desperation, exhaustion and a sense of it all being just too much!

If you are finding that all the data is excessive and paralysing you into inactivity, think about cutting back the information you are collecting to the basic minimum. This, of course, will be different for everyone and there is no right amount of data for everyone. Being safe, feeling satisfied and being able to cope with what you are getting is key.

It’s Friday! So here are the Pogues.

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In last night’s OzDOC tweet chat, this question was asked:

OzDOC tweet

Obviously, I am a huge fan of the diabetes online community. I am honoured and lucky to have met so many amazing people both online and in real life. And many of these people, I truly consider to be friends.

But when I was diagnosed, I certainly had no desire to meet anyone else living with diabetes. Surely having nothing more than a faulty pancreas in common wasn’t the basis for lifelong friendships. And that is the truth. When I look at the people in the DOC who I am friends with, we have far more in common than a need to carb count and inject insulin.

While diabetes may have brought us together, it certainly isn’t what has held us together. The reasons the friendship has developed into something more than exchanges on Twitter include similar attitude to life in general; the same (often questionable) senses of humour; a mutual like of travel; kids the same age (many of my friends and I were planning pregnancies at the same time); sympathetic political views; a love of Nutella.

Today, I wouldn’t be without my friends from the DOC. I have been kept company many nights, unable to sleep, by many of my northern hemisphere friends. Our discussions span far more than diabetes, and the advice, comfort and friendship offered has seen me through difficult times as I feel the embrace of those many  thousands of miles away. This community has become my extended family.

We can’t force the DOC onto people. But what we could consider is making sure that people newly diagnosed are at least aware that there is a dynamic and supportive community out there. We can provide the connections and the networks. We can provide the ‘how to’ and allow people to dip their toe in gingerly and remain in the background. But it needs to be up to the individual to decide if and when they want to make the approach. And when they do, we will greet them with open arms and welcome them.

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