I have always loved a good irony, they always seem just a little bittersweet when you are smack dab in the middle of them. As I have recounted, my Mom came out right after my surgery, that now seems a lifetime ago. My mother has battled type 2 diabetes for years, never seeming to be able to get a handle on her levels. She stayed here at the house for two weeks, now whether we had any thing to do with it or not I do not know. I do know we only had certain things to eat here, we didnt go out to eat at all. When my mother left to go home her sugar levels had dropped dramatically, she was constantly showing levels above 300 and sometimes 400 before she came to stay. When she left her morning levels were in the low 100's as they should be and she was facing the unforseeable, her Dr might have to adjust her insulin levels. I hear from my mother regularly now and she tells me of how low her sugar is as well as how much weight she has lost. Sorry about the longwinded aproach, here comes the Irony. A week ago or so I began experiencing what my neuro guy called focal seizures, he and the Oncolologist cranked up the steroids and seizure meds. Those have stopped, I was about to have some Chemo last Tues and they checked blood levels. They put a hold on the Chemo because of low platletts and my blood sugar was above 400. I am now a temporary diabetic. I knew from the hospital that blood sugar was connected steroids because the nurse would test often when I was taking the steroids. I am now testing myself, forced to consider what I eat and and how much, My Primary Doc has given me a Diabetic pill to lower levels. I love a good Irony and here I am in the middle of one, Bittersweet as it may be.
Always with love,
Tony.