It’s World Diabetes Day. Our local JDRF Chapter is lighting up the Johnston Street Bridge…but here, for those of you that are still in the dark, here’s the newsletter we sent out about the whole thing – I’m hoping I can upload it with links intact…
blue-hoop-day-november-141 Okay, not exactly what I wanted but click on it and there’s a link to the WDD website… I think it’s all pretty cool ….
for another year, anyway.
The JDRF walk in Victoria is over for this year and all the fund raising pressure at the family level is off for a few months. It isn’t fair, actually, to imply we are pressured to raise money – after all, what kind of parents would we be if we didn’t do whatever we could to help cure our children? The biggest benefit of the walk for a newly diagnosed family is to see just how many other people there are affected by the illness.
That’s one of the other things that never gets listed, just how isolating the experience is at first. You spend days with doctors and nurses, cloistered in a hospital and then spend months sleep deprived, working days in a twilight of worry while you spend nights waking every few hours to test blood sugars and calculating adjustments for insulin doses. Even when you go out, you are huddled with your child in the bathroom, trying to remember the current ratio of short acting and long acting insulins and getting the injections ready. People come in, people go out, they cast quick glances over at mother or father and child, the needles, cartridges, glucometer and can’t figure out what’s happening. The sight of the syringe is usually enough to drive the strangers away. They don’t want to know.
Then, after a few weeks or months of this you walk into a park filled with balloons, music, people dressed up, whole groups of people wearing the same coloured t-shirts declaring “Tommy’s Team” or “Mary’s Minders” or “Team Turbo Tess”…and different companies who have joined in the effort sponsoring tents giving away food or balloons or whatever they think kids would like. It’s a freaking festival in the middle of one of the crappiest moments in a parent’s life!
And you feel safe. You feel part of something rather than walled away from the world. I don’t know of many people who can get through the first hour of that walk without fogging up or crying outright. The demons of guilt, fear, “dear-God-why-me? I-hate-you. Please-don’t-let-my-baby-die-while-I-sleep-in-the-next-room” are chased away by realization there is a future; these people have survived those first horrible weeks and now you will too. After that the idea of raising money doesn’t seem such a bad thing.
And every year when we get our group together and show up it is the same feeling – that rush of finally finding something positive in all this, of not being the only one, of not being alone.
Even people of faith give thanks for a glimpse at God’s plan at some point during the morning. It’s a gift. And when the demons come back – because they will – you have something to cradle in your hand, hold to your heart and cling to in the dark, long nights ahead.
The JDRF teen council for Vancouver Island put together a video to go out on YouTube as a way of raising awareness among their peer group and anyone with sufficient tech savvy to operate the site about diabetes and the upcoming walk. Our daughter is one of the teens on there and Mark was asked to help with editing the final version.
It’s a fun thing for the kids, of course and Mark likes anything that involves technology. We’ve all posted the final product on our facebook accounts and forwarded it to anyone who isn’t connected otherwise. Seems pretty straightforward.
Maybe it’s ’cause we live with this so much, so constantly, we were pretty sure it covered the bases but there is still room for a few of the old misconceptions to creep in to what it’s all about. Since posting the video a friend of ours did a commentary on his podcast about it. This is a good thing as his podcast is far more popular than ours. This is the “any publicity is good publicity” school of thought. Anyway, somewhere in his meditation he started talking about the epidemic of diabetes and how we need to pay attention to nutrition and to exercise more.
I’m sure he didn’t realize it but it sounded a lot like he was speaking of diabetes as if it was all one illness. I’m sure that wasn’t his intention and that he was leading from one thought to another without necessarily drawing a line between them. So, with all due respect, I’m gonna spin a little on this one small issue that plagues diabetics.
Hands up anyone, how many types of diabetes are there? Anyone? Hello?
Who guessed 3? And how many can be traced to lifestyle? 1- unless you consider pregnancy a lifestyle.
There’s Type 1, aka Juvenile Diabetes or Insulin Dependent Diabetes. It is the result of an auto-immune reaction by the body towards the cells in the pancreas that manufacture insulin. So far there is no known reason for it, no cause, no detectable trigger. Of course there are a lot of theories – and I’m not talking about the dancing under a full moon without one’s foil helmet theories that seem to abound – some of which tie other auto-immune diseases like rheumatoid arthritis as a possible family genetic link. Why it starts is still at the white mice and electron microscope stage.
Then there’s Type 2 or Adult Onset diabetes. This is the one that is causing all the fuss, grabbing all the headlines. It is becoming epidemic in our society and it is controllable by diet and exercise. To some extent it is inevitable because as we age our insulin production decreases and the cellular tendency to resist insulin increases. The scary thing is it is appearing in children and this is what grabs the headlines. Long story short, over fed, under exercised children are at risk of Type 2 diabetes BUT not all children who have diabetes are Type 2.
When you have an infant, however, that is diabetic you can be pretty sure it isn’t because mom was using chocolate milk for the 2:00 am feeding.
The 3rd type of diabetes is Gestational Diabetes. It can occur in the 2nd trimester of pregnancy but more often in the 3rd trimest. It looks a lot like Type 2 in that there is increased insulin resistance and an inability of the pancreas to produce sufficient insulin and may require insulin injections for the mom. The American Diabetes webpage has a decent amount of information on the subject; here’s a link to their page on gestational diabetes. I’ve used the American site because it seems the Canadian site is mostly concerned with Type 2 issues.
So, yes, it is important to eat right, exercise and take care of your body – eat leafy greens, take vitamins and cram in fibre. Every day another page gets written in the owner’s manual of this lump of mortal flesh and we really can’t afford to skip the few basics we know actually work. Eat right, get plenty of fresh air, look both ways before crossing the street and work together to keep learning as much as we can.
Oh, and to always say thank you.
It’s been a long day and I’m wondering if maybe I’m getting in over my head. Mentoring Chair…me? you’ve got to be kidding. All these very serious women, all with good ideas and probably far better organizational skills looking at me to be the one to direct them out into the world. Okay. So, like I’ve been a parent of a newly diagnosed child too and we all go through the same range of emotions but we each handle it differently. And right now I’m wondering if I can manage to keep it all organized. I mean I don’t do such a shit hot job of that already, ya know. My house is a mess, some days it’s all I can do to sort the laundry and get supper cooked. And then work a couple of days. Maybe this will force organization on me, kind of the way bringing home yer first baby brings everything into focus…real quick.
And, like having a child, as soon as you hold the wee thing in your arms you realize that, ready or not, someone now trusts you completely. I hope I can measure up to the trust. I’ve never really had what you could call a serious approach to anything – it always seems so counter productive. It never solves anything to sit and feel full of woe – not that I haven’t, don’t get me wrong, otherwise why the hell am I taking all those different pills? Yeah, okay, so I do have a serious side but I don’t like it. Maybe it’s a matter of I just don’t want to grow up.