"I Can't Means I Won't"

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Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Hello my name is Mike and I am a diabetic.

Wow. Blogging again.

I have started and stopped blogging so many times that I have lost count.

This time I really feel like I have something to blog about. That thing is Type 1 Diabetes.

Let em start by saying that I am new to the world of diabetes.  You see up until June 25, 2014 I never considered the possibility that I could ever be a diabetic of any type.

You see in May 2014 I was 43 years old, 190 lbs and had just ran the Long Island Marathon and the Brooklyn Half Marathon within two weeks of each other.  The Long Island Marathon was my third "full" marathon and I set a new PR of 3:46:11.  I then finished the Brooklyn Half Marathon in 1:44:39.

I was running 35 miles per week.  I kept a healthy lifestyle with my only vice being craft beer.  Yes, I am a beer geek! More on that later.

Then it happened. I lost weight. At first the normal 10 lbs I lose after a marathon during training. My daughter told me I was too think and look like a skeleton.  I didn't believe her because I d not weigh myself often.

I did have to admit that my clothes felt big. Especially my shorts and even my underwear.  I then began to get leg cramps during the night that were painful.  In early June my mouth turned very dry.  Only drinking water all the time kept my mouth hydrated.

I continue to run but noticed I was "bonking" on several runs.  I grew concerned but didn't tell anyone.  I even weighed myself and to my horror I was down to 175 lbs. I began to eat things I hadn't eaten since I lost 80+ lbs in 2008 (more on that later). Pizza, donuts, bread.  I ate all these things in a vain attempt to gain back my lost pounds.

By this time the end was near.  I stepped on the scale during the third week of June and was again horrified that my weight had dropped to 168 lbs.  I felt weak and tired and nearly fainted a couple of times.

the finals straw was on Sunday June 22.  We had a party at my house to watch the USMNT play Portugal in the World Cup. While setting up i was light headed and faint.I kept my mouth semi wet by constantly drinking water. My guests came and several asked me if I was OK. They told me I was "too thin" and I "needed to gain weight".

At this point I was scared! OI told my wife that I was going to the doctors the next day. I thought I had some kind of cancer and that this was the end.

the next day I went to my  doctor and told him my symptoms. The nurse tested my blood and the meter just read "high". no number. Just "high".  The doctor told me that I had diabetes and I had to go immediately to the hospital ER.   He asked if I ha d family history of diabetes or any auto immune disorders.  Both were "no". He asked if I had been really sick lately and that was also "no".

When I got to the ER they tested my blood in Triage and the nurse calmly told me my sugar was 432! Four times the "normal" levels. She was shocked I hadn't passed out. I was admitted and spent the next 36 hours as a guest in Winthrop Hospital.

The next day my lovely new Endocrinologist came in with her cheerful smile and in the gentlest way told me that I had Type 1 diabetes and would be insulin dependent from this point in life on.  She actually said it was called LADA (Latent Autoimmune Diabetes in Adults).  Basically my immune system produced an antibody that destroyed my pancreas' ability to produce insulin.

I was mad. I had done everything to live healthy. I was a marathon runner! I was crushed. For 24 hours I was filled with anger from God on down. The next day I got out of bed and walked around the hospital and realized that although diabetes will be a challenge I would not let it beat me or change my family's lifestyle.  I swore then and there that if I had to be a diabetic I would be the best diabetic ever.  I would learn and adapt.

I would run and go to the beach and live lif eto the fullest with my awesome family.

I have been on insulin since June 24th, 2014. 

I will use this blog to document my thoughts, struggles, battle and victories over this disease. My posts will NOT be as long as this one.  I will do my bets to keep them short and to the point with some humor along the way.

My name is Mike and I am a Type 1 diabetic but that is not who I am! I am husband, father, friend, runner, bagpiper and so much more!

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