Hi. My name is Maestro! I am a diabetic.
Sure, here we go. Four times a day with the glucose meter and a graduated scale of insulin. Of course this is a result of compromising the pancreas. Between the tumor and the double chemo assault, what would one expect?
I was spiking as high as 320 after meals so there was little choice but to begin insulin treatment. Again, this is no particular problem for me. These are pretty minor pokes and shots. But add that to the other things that have to be tracked and it has become a full-time job.
So here's the irony: a month ago I was juggling a dozen balls at once, working day and night redecorating a room for Kris, and taking a multi-vitamin and a baby aspirin each morning. Today I am living in lounging pants, worrying about what I can eat that will do minimum damage, and have a full kitchen cupboard full of meds, needles, syringes, alcohol wipes, and medical gizmos. I am amongst the fallen.
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What better way to deal with irony than to write about it? I am grateful to read your blog and thinking you are a darn good writer. Hang in there Maestro!
ReplyDeleteHave you taken advantage of talking to a dietician? My guess is that you already know most of what would be said but you might learn a couple of tricks.
ReplyDeleteAnd those new gadgets and procedures? . . . Nothing for a man of your talents! But I understand. It's just another thing.
You keep writing and we'll keep reading.
Hugs to you both.
Beat it back Maestro! Call it out. My thoughts and prayers are streaking across the sky to you.
ReplyDeletePoppy, you will never be amongst the fallen in my eyes-impossible. Shine it out, as far as I've seen theres nothing you cant do. Love love love to you and Gram, Bear.
ReplyDeleteA New Year just might hold some miracles for you, Dick! You're such a hard worker - right now you just have to concentrate your energy on YOU instead of everyone and everything else! Will keep sending those prayers up for you!
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