The other day, I had a lengthy conversation with my dad, about me and my diabetes when I was a kid. You see, I’ve become friends with some mom’s who have type 1 diabetic children, and when they post stories of the struggles both they, and their kids go through, it makes me think of my childhood. When I look back on my own childhood, I don’t remember the kind of nightmare’s that these poor kids are going through as type 1 diabetic children. I see their mom’s post stories all to frequently of their kid’s blood sugars being over 400 or 500 that won’t come down, resulting in lengthy hospital stays. I also recently saw another diabetic advocate post about numerous children that had passed away from their diabetes, all in a short time. Then I saw a video about something called “dead in bed” syndrome. OMG! That video was horrifying, and it’s something that they say is becoming all to frequent with diabetic children?! What is going on?!!! My childhood wasn’t like this!! We didn’t live in fear of my diabetes like this?!!
So I asked my dad what he remembered with my diabetes as a kid. I asked him specifically if he lived in fear of me dying as a child. He said no. Yes, there were some sleeping seizures from serious hypo’s, but they were few and far between. 2 or 3 times a year maybe. Very few hospitalizations in all of my youth years from diabetes, and never for very long. He said that he and my mom had to learn timing of my meals and snacks because back then we didn’t have fast acting insulin, or blood sugar testing, so they only used urine strips and NPH insulin, and NPH would leave me hypo at certain times of day, so they just knew that at certain times, I needed to eat a snack. I talked to my mom about this a couple months ago too, and she pretty much told me the same thing. 1 shot a day, timing of meals, check urine sugar. That was it. That’s all there was to juvenille diabetes control back then, and I did fine as a kid. It wasn’t until my adulthood that my diabetes got totally out of control, when I started taking multiple shots a day, using fast acting insulin, and checking my blood sugar frequently. It was after years of doing this, that I suffered a complication of my diabetes. That I suffered cardiac arrest at age 34. (As you can see, I survived it.)
Now I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, and I have a rather radical thought. WHAT IF . . . diabetes control is to tight in this day an age? WHAT IF . . . blood sugar monitoring, insulin pumps, and A1C’s under 7.0, are the cause of these problems in juvenile diabetic children now days? I know, I know. Calm down. Hey, . . . it’s just a thought. How long have I lived with type 1 diabetes? 42 years? Hmmmmm? Of course, I’m not saying you should stop your current treatment and jump back 35 years in treatment methods. DON’T EVEN THINK OF DOING THAT! Follow your doctors prescribed treatment method. I’m just saying it’s an awfully interesting set of coincidences that line up here, and it just makes me wonder.
WHAT DO YOU THINK?