Was it, what? 3 weeks ago that the doctor dropped a new bomb: full blown diabetes.
From the initial shock and anger and worry and stress.....
We've been weathering along. Although the hub can exaggerate, I was sitting right there when the doctor explained the disease, with the stratospheric numbers of Mike's glucose.
"What if I don't do anything about this," he asked.
"Then you'll slip quickly into a coma," explained his doctor. "And you'll disappoint many people around here."
"I am not doing this," he said.
"Of course you will," the doctor winning out with her wise ways.
So, it's been three weeks of testing, charting, injecting, and eating more carefully. One week in, his doctor was less than satisfied so she doubled one type of injection. Wow oh Wow. Did THAT change things.
In the last week, Mike's numbers have been amazingly low. We even had an incident of low blood sugar.
He had taken his overnight injection. It was about an hour later.
"I feel really funny," he said.
"What do you mean, "asked the Frau.
"I'm sweaty, shaky, and, I don't know, my skin feels, well, funny," he said.
I am not a doctor. I do not play one on TV. I get most of my medical knowledge from USA Today which, you may notice, is always announcing something that is both really bad and really good for you.
I AM a veteran mom and in this case, a public school teacher. I knew that he was describing hypoglycemia. Blood sugar was too low.
I also knew that the quick fix was to drink some juice and then eat something a little longer acting. And I knew, as I headed to the kitchen, that I had thrown out all of the sugared drinks, bottled juices and cookies.
What to do? What to do?
I rummaged around and way in the back, I found some cranberry juice that had evaded my initial cleaning. In the freezer, waaaaay in the back, I found a petrified donut, probably glazed, and popped it in the microwave.
Hypoglycemia abated!
This week, the numbers are good. This morning, they were as low as are mine, which would win awards if such prizes were given.
Why? We asked.
Oh yeah. We have an army of prayer warriors. They ask our Father to help us, in anyway we need. And, as He is faithful, He does.
That's it. It's settled. I'm sending you a bottle of Glucose tablets. You didn't believe me, did you? Uh-huh. Well maybe now you'll keep the Glucose tablets handy for those hypoglycemic incidents.
ReplyDeleteCan ALWAYS use another mother!
ReplyDeleteI've been following your blog since I saw one of Mike's videos on Facebook. Before I was a mama, I was a librarian, so it took some digging, but I knew I'd find a gem of a blog if I looked hard enough. A good English teacher's gotta do what she's just gotta do, amen?
ReplyDeleteMy mama is just about to be promoted to Glory. Yesterday morning in church, I stood up at announcement time to ask for prayer. I wanted to read this blog post to the congregation, but with my tears and my quivering voice, I could make my petition and nothing more.
Your words, however, were a tremendous blessing to me. Thank you for being such an encouragement and a fabulous witness.
My prayers are with you both and with your family. God is doing such wonderful things. He has you in the palm of His hand, and He's crazy about you.
God bless you,
Edie Aldridge