Background: I was just answering another poster's question about infections brought on by diabetes. In my response I shared a bit about my brother's death.
Short story: My brother was diagnosed with diabetes (Type II) at the age of 18. Since he was an adult (per se), he should have known, how to manage it. Our father was also a diabetic, and passed away in 1997, due to kidney failure (he was on dialysis but he also suffered from anyloidosis which affects the kidneys and made a transplant impossible). My father read all he could about diabetes and managed his well. My father took oral meds, and effectively kept his sugars down. Growing up, I never heard my father ever complain about his sugar levels spiking. On the other hand, my brother carried the attitude that as long as he was on meds, he could still eat whatever he wanted. Diabetes ravaged my brother and all of the nasty terrible side effects you hear about encapsulated my brother -- moving form oral meds to insulin injections, kidney failure/dialysis, glacouma, limb amputation. My brother was 36 when he passed away.
Anyway, I do miss my brother. I always defended him growing up (he was kind of the "problem child" in not listening to my parents. We were seven years apart, and I feel as though we were only children due to our age gap, however I always looked up to him. As I got older, he tolerated me more, and we had a lot in common.
However, while I think what happened to him was terrible, I feel (and this is my confession) that his death was his own fault. Is that terrible of me?
Due to this family history of diabetes and what it has done to my family (my paternal grandmother and aunt are also diabetics), I watch what I eat (not always the healthiest, but over time I have cut waaaaay back on your high carb/high sugar level inducing food). When I was pregnant with my daughter, my OB monitored me closely for gestational diabetes to the point that she also had me in the care of a high risk OB (my GTT showed borderline GD so she wasn't taking any chances). I willingly go in for fasting test results at my annual exams because I am not taking any chances. When I am sick, or feel off (as diabetes can affect moods) I pull out my monitor from time to time and test myself.
Anyway, whenever I think of my brother and his death I get angry. Not angry at the disease, but angry at him. Is that terrible of me? I feel he could have prevented it.
There's my guilty confession.
Short story: My brother was diagnosed with diabetes (Type II) at the age of 18. Since he was an adult (per se), he should have known, how to manage it. Our father was also a diabetic, and passed away in 1997, due to kidney failure (he was on dialysis but he also suffered from anyloidosis which affects the kidneys and made a transplant impossible). My father read all he could about diabetes and managed his well. My father took oral meds, and effectively kept his sugars down. Growing up, I never heard my father ever complain about his sugar levels spiking. On the other hand, my brother carried the attitude that as long as he was on meds, he could still eat whatever he wanted. Diabetes ravaged my brother and all of the nasty terrible side effects you hear about encapsulated my brother -- moving form oral meds to insulin injections, kidney failure/dialysis, glacouma, limb amputation. My brother was 36 when he passed away.
Anyway, I do miss my brother. I always defended him growing up (he was kind of the "problem child" in not listening to my parents. We were seven years apart, and I feel as though we were only children due to our age gap, however I always looked up to him. As I got older, he tolerated me more, and we had a lot in common.
However, while I think what happened to him was terrible, I feel (and this is my confession) that his death was his own fault. Is that terrible of me?
Due to this family history of diabetes and what it has done to my family (my paternal grandmother and aunt are also diabetics), I watch what I eat (not always the healthiest, but over time I have cut waaaaay back on your high carb/high sugar level inducing food). When I was pregnant with my daughter, my OB monitored me closely for gestational diabetes to the point that she also had me in the care of a high risk OB (my GTT showed borderline GD so she wasn't taking any chances). I willingly go in for fasting test results at my annual exams because I am not taking any chances. When I am sick, or feel off (as diabetes can affect moods) I pull out my monitor from time to time and test myself.
Anyway, whenever I think of my brother and his death I get angry. Not angry at the disease, but angry at him. Is that terrible of me? I feel he could have prevented it.
There's my guilty confession.
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