I'm CURED!!! xposted
Music to my ears: He's no longer going to order HgA1c tests! *Snoopy dances*
I said, "So, does this mean I get to call myself officially CURED of type II diabetes?" He looked a little peaked-sheepish and replied, "Yes, I guess it does....But you have NO IDEA how everything in me rebels at saying that. It TERRIFIES me."
I assured him he gets paid to worry about such things :-). (While I was in the office, he noticed one little tiny number on a guy's chart that may well have saved his life--something that the swarm of docs around the patient's hospital bed missed. Being a worry wart and hyper attentive to detail are good things in an endocrinologist.)
He was cute about my vitamins, too. As he noted my lab results and my subsequent (self-prescribed LOL) dosage changes, he literally had to force himself to write down the correct numbers. He grinned at himself and said, "I've stopped worrying that you're going to poison yourself with all that vitamin A and D, but you have to understand, my mind just stumbles and stops when I try to write down these numbers."
We both agreed that my losing 14 pounds in the past month is just a wee bit much. (Which *drum roll* puts me at 160 pounds and a BMI of 24.3 or ONE HUNDRED PERCENT EWL!!!) So he wrote me a RX for a bottle of Creon and I'm gonna start taking a pill or two with each meal. Hopefully absorbing a bit more fat will be a good thing.
I'M CURED I'M CURED I'M CURED!!!
I said, "So, does this mean I get to call myself officially CURED of type II diabetes?" He looked a little peaked-sheepish and replied, "Yes, I guess it does....But you have NO IDEA how everything in me rebels at saying that. It TERRIFIES me."
I assured him he gets paid to worry about such things :-). (While I was in the office, he noticed one little tiny number on a guy's chart that may well have saved his life--something that the swarm of docs around the patient's hospital bed missed. Being a worry wart and hyper attentive to detail are good things in an endocrinologist.)
He was cute about my vitamins, too. As he noted my lab results and my subsequent (self-prescribed LOL) dosage changes, he literally had to force himself to write down the correct numbers. He grinned at himself and said, "I've stopped worrying that you're going to poison yourself with all that vitamin A and D, but you have to understand, my mind just stumbles and stops when I try to write down these numbers."
We both agreed that my losing 14 pounds in the past month is just a wee bit much. (Which *drum roll* puts me at 160 pounds and a BMI of 24.3 or ONE HUNDRED PERCENT EWL!!!) So he wrote me a RX for a bottle of Creon and I'm gonna start taking a pill or two with each meal. Hopefully absorbing a bit more fat will be a good thing.
I'M CURED I'M CURED I'M CURED!!!
I was both insulin dependent and severely insulin resistant, had been on insulin for fifteen years when I had my DS. When I originally went on insulin, I was told I was type I and believed this for a very long time. Eventually I acquired a new endocrinologist, the umpteenth such doc, who didn't go on "eat a thousand calories a day for the rest of your life" autopilot and blame all my ills on being fat. He did something nobody else had bothered to do: a c-peptide test. (Don't get me started on how doctors treat fat people.)
Test results showed I had a teeny, tiny bit of my own insulin left....enough to make me OFFICIALLY type II and give me hope that the DS would cure me. And cure me it did WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
When I went into the hospital for surgery, over 160 units of insulin a day, plus Actos, could not get me a fasting blood sugar under 200. Three days later, I left the hospital on 20 units of insulin with a blood sugar of 90. I was off insulin entirely within a month, off Actos within four months, and I've had A1c's well under 6.0 ever since three months out, which is almost two years now :-).
Test results showed I had a teeny, tiny bit of my own insulin left....enough to make me OFFICIALLY type II and give me hope that the DS would cure me. And cure me it did WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
When I went into the hospital for surgery, over 160 units of insulin a day, plus Actos, could not get me a fasting blood sugar under 200. Three days later, I left the hospital on 20 units of insulin with a blood sugar of 90. I was off insulin entirely within a month, off Actos within four months, and I've had A1c's well under 6.0 ever since three months out, which is almost two years now :-).
I have printed out your response and saved it in my book of motivations - (a binder I keep with info and helpful things that have given me hope). I too had a c-peptide test done and myne came back that the pancreas is producing normal amounts of insulin - then they did a stomach dumping test and again I passed. My high level of insulin resistance seemed to be a key factor (which now the medical community knows more, but 25 years ago when I got married, I was diagnosed with polycystic ovarian disease - bad enough it required ovary removal 8 years later - which is now known to mean you are insulin resistant and need other treatment to preclude the type II diabetes damage). Sorry...I regressed.
I have been treated much the same way - in fact, my endo was at first not supportive of this surgery and wanted me to do a liquid diet - I was in the middle of my masters program, doing an internship and writing a thesis - how in the world did she expect me to cognitively function! I tried it for 3 days and couldn't do it and then was berated for my lack of will power, etc, etc. I couldn't seem to get the medical community to understand that despite my freakishly healthy eating, etc that the diabetes was not my fault. Now, I will admit, I did not add the exercise piece in until after my cardiac surgery - and I realize I should have been doing the workouts, but in retrospect I am grateful I didn't becuase I wasn't in a safe cardioascular position.
But...when heart disease was discovered and an immeidate double bypass at the young age of 45 was needed - it was a wake up call for my medical providers. My PCP said we were no longer discussing quality of life but more concerned with the quanitity I would have remaining if I continued to need 250 daily units of insulin, etc (apparently the bypass would most likely be good for 8-10 years)...gulp :-(
This surgery saved my life - or at least has added years to it. It is so encouraging to hear from someone else that has successfully broken the diabetes barrier! I would love to keep in touch with you - and will send a friend request.
I have been treated much the same way - in fact, my endo was at first not supportive of this surgery and wanted me to do a liquid diet - I was in the middle of my masters program, doing an internship and writing a thesis - how in the world did she expect me to cognitively function! I tried it for 3 days and couldn't do it and then was berated for my lack of will power, etc, etc. I couldn't seem to get the medical community to understand that despite my freakishly healthy eating, etc that the diabetes was not my fault. Now, I will admit, I did not add the exercise piece in until after my cardiac surgery - and I realize I should have been doing the workouts, but in retrospect I am grateful I didn't becuase I wasn't in a safe cardioascular position.
But...when heart disease was discovered and an immeidate double bypass at the young age of 45 was needed - it was a wake up call for my medical providers. My PCP said we were no longer discussing quality of life but more concerned with the quanitity I would have remaining if I continued to need 250 daily units of insulin, etc (apparently the bypass would most likely be good for 8-10 years)...gulp :-(
This surgery saved my life - or at least has added years to it. It is so encouraging to hear from someone else that has successfully broken the diabetes barrier! I would love to keep in touch with you - and will send a friend request.
YAY for longer, better life!! Way too many people, including medical professionals, do not understand simple facts:
1. Morbid obesity is a death sentence.
2. Type II diabetes is a death sentence.
3. Both of these conditions kill in horrendous, torturous ways that you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy.
4. There is only one treatment that works, and that is obesity surgery.
The facts are VERY clear. Hopefully one day there will be other options, but right now that's the bottom line. It makes me crazy that medical professionals still try to push "treatments" that do. not. work. If a doctor prescribed a treatment for any other disease that had a 96% failure rate, as "diets" do for the MO, they would be thrown out of practice, out of their insurance programs, etc. They would be run out of town on a rail. But hey, when it's a "diet," all the obvious stuff in the world is meaningless. It just HAS to be because the patient is lazy, immoral, etc.
I was a poster child for everything bad that can happen with PCOS, too. Wound up with an urgent hysterectomy in 2004 due to worries about ovarian cancer. Gee, they didn't FEEL any problems when examining me for YEARS, so why bother with dumb things like blood tests or, God forbid, pelvic ultrasound or CT scan? Nah, the patient has that grossly distended abdomen because she's FAT, of course.
I went on Coumadin for pulmonary hypertension and started bleeding like a stuck pig. THAT finally got MY attention enough that I insisted on being seen and having a proper workup. Gee, ya think passing fist sized clots any time, all month, every time you stand up, might not be exactly NORMAL?
Thank God, everything was benign. I had the most amazing "colony of aliens" of fibroid and cystic tumors the surgeon--a gynecological oncologist--had ever seen. The lining of my uterus was inches thick. I'd been sprouting a new cyst/s with every attempt at ovulation for God knows how many years. Chances are I had never been fertile at all. Good thing I didn't want to have kids eh?
The total mass of stuff he removed roughly equaled the mass of two six month pregnancies--the entire reproductive system at six months, not just the fetus. I lost fifteen pounds and I can't remember how many inches on the table. It was a couple of pants sizes.
My disgust at how the medical profession treats fat people knows no bounds.
1. Morbid obesity is a death sentence.
2. Type II diabetes is a death sentence.
3. Both of these conditions kill in horrendous, torturous ways that you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy.
4. There is only one treatment that works, and that is obesity surgery.
The facts are VERY clear. Hopefully one day there will be other options, but right now that's the bottom line. It makes me crazy that medical professionals still try to push "treatments" that do. not. work. If a doctor prescribed a treatment for any other disease that had a 96% failure rate, as "diets" do for the MO, they would be thrown out of practice, out of their insurance programs, etc. They would be run out of town on a rail. But hey, when it's a "diet," all the obvious stuff in the world is meaningless. It just HAS to be because the patient is lazy, immoral, etc.
I was a poster child for everything bad that can happen with PCOS, too. Wound up with an urgent hysterectomy in 2004 due to worries about ovarian cancer. Gee, they didn't FEEL any problems when examining me for YEARS, so why bother with dumb things like blood tests or, God forbid, pelvic ultrasound or CT scan? Nah, the patient has that grossly distended abdomen because she's FAT, of course.
I went on Coumadin for pulmonary hypertension and started bleeding like a stuck pig. THAT finally got MY attention enough that I insisted on being seen and having a proper workup. Gee, ya think passing fist sized clots any time, all month, every time you stand up, might not be exactly NORMAL?
Thank God, everything was benign. I had the most amazing "colony of aliens" of fibroid and cystic tumors the surgeon--a gynecological oncologist--had ever seen. The lining of my uterus was inches thick. I'd been sprouting a new cyst/s with every attempt at ovulation for God knows how many years. Chances are I had never been fertile at all. Good thing I didn't want to have kids eh?
The total mass of stuff he removed roughly equaled the mass of two six month pregnancies--the entire reproductive system at six months, not just the fetus. I lost fifteen pounds and I can't remember how many inches on the table. It was a couple of pants sizes.
My disgust at how the medical profession treats fat people knows no bounds.
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