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Hello,
My name is Stacey, and I came to this site searching for information, support and hopefully some great recipes for diabetics (something that would suit the palate of a black man raised on old southern Mississippi cooking). My father, age 67, was just diagnosed with type 2 diabetes. When I say just, I mean we just left the hospital two hours ago. His sugar level was at 477.
(A little emotional vent)
This diagnosis is very hard on us. For myself, I have watched my father all my life being this healthy, seemingly indestructible figure. His nickname is "Iron Man" among family members, friends and co-workers. He's gone his entire life never experiencing anything worse than a flu, which even that is rare. To walk into a hospital room and see my father lying in a hospital bed, wearing a gown and IV's in his arms was the most heart wrenching thing I've ever experienced. Intellectually I know that he will not be here forever, but the real truth of his mortality seemed to come crashing down on my head today. My father, my rock, my inspiration in life...the thought of him not being with me seems almost a sin.
I thank God that he has spent so many years working in the medical field. The little symptoms that most people, especially at his age, would ignore (dry mouth, frequent urination and a slight blur in his vision) raised red flags in his mind and he immediately sought care.
so anyway, I must stop before I become a blubbering fool. Thank you for reading if you got this far.
My name is Stacey, and I came to this site searching for information, support and hopefully some great recipes for diabetics (something that would suit the palate of a black man raised on old southern Mississippi cooking). My father, age 67, was just diagnosed with type 2 diabetes. When I say just, I mean we just left the hospital two hours ago. His sugar level was at 477.
(A little emotional vent)
This diagnosis is very hard on us. For myself, I have watched my father all my life being this healthy, seemingly indestructible figure. His nickname is "Iron Man" among family members, friends and co-workers. He's gone his entire life never experiencing anything worse than a flu, which even that is rare. To walk into a hospital room and see my father lying in a hospital bed, wearing a gown and IV's in his arms was the most heart wrenching thing I've ever experienced. Intellectually I know that he will not be here forever, but the real truth of his mortality seemed to come crashing down on my head today. My father, my rock, my inspiration in life...the thought of him not being with me seems almost a sin.
I thank God that he has spent so many years working in the medical field. The little symptoms that most people, especially at his age, would ignore (dry mouth, frequent urination and a slight blur in his vision) raised red flags in his mind and he immediately sought care.
so anyway, I must stop before I become a blubbering fool. Thank you for reading if you got this far.
