When I was pregnant with K, I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes. By the end of the pregnancy, I was injecting myself with insulin four times each day. The only “positive” I could see at the time was that M was suddenly happy – he only had to get one shot per day. Of course, taking care of myself and K (in utero) were positives too. But at the time, I was too annoyed with dietary rules (like eating half a banana) to see that.
The endocrinologist warned me that my risk of getting Type II diabetes within the next 10 years was very high – around 60%. But after I passed my post-pregnancy glucose test, I didn’t think much more about it. I monitored my blood sugar for awhile, never saw a spike, and passed along my supplies to someone who does indigent care.
After the father of one of my former Sunday School students was killed in a freak automobile accident at the age of 37, I began to panic about our kid’s financial umbrella. Mr. Coffee and I were not adequately insured. Other than what I had through work, we had no life insurance at all. I was afraid of what my student’s father’s death meant for her family. I was worried about something similar happening to mine. That’s how I found out I was pre-diabetic.
Mr. Coffee and I gave all the blood and urine needed to confirm our life insurance agreement. Then I got the call informing me that my rate would be 2x higher than what was quoted…because of my blood sugar. I got a second opinion and the diagnosis was confirmed.
Like magic, that’s when a colleague who has Type I diabetes (the Corporate Slave’s partner, in fact) decided to put together a Tour de Cure Team at work. I decided it was kismet and signed up. I have signed up for the 30 mile ride and have been training by riding to and from work once per week (that’s 14 miles round trip). I plan to add a second riding day soon. But first I need to order bike shorts, because my backside is now very sore and I have only ridden a total of 28 miles!
30 miles will be a challenge for me, so wish me luck. If you’d like to contibute towards my fundraising goal of $200, you can do that here. While my personal goal is, of course, to manage my blood-sugar, it wouldn’t make me sad if I lost a little weight in the process too.*
And yes, this ruins any delusions I had of this blog being anonymous, but 1) I now have a pretty common name (thank you Mr. Coffee!) and 2) this was never really anonymous anyway.
*For anyone who cares to know, I could stand to lose 20-25 pounds, but would not be considered overweight if I lost 10. I am moderatley active and though I have a sweet tooth, I eat a fairly healthy diet – and I am still battling this. That’s the luck of the genes, I suppose.