Portland has several farmers markets held throughout the city on various days of the week. When I lived near SE 20th and Main there was…
Category: Confessions of A Born-Again Diabetic
In May, 2012 my transplanted pancreas stopped making insulin after working perfectly for 14 years. That’s longer than average for a transplanted pancreas. I went from being a “former diabetic” to being a diabetic again. This blog explores all the emotions and physical details of having Type 1 Diabetes again after 14 years of freedom from it. It is at times serious and humorous. It also compares how treatment for the condition has changed since 1998. The “born-again” is a light-hearted way of labeling myself as someone who has been through this before. The blog will also follow my progress as I go through the steps to be listed for a second pancreas transplant. I hope you will follow the blog and share it with any diabetic friends and family members.
I haven’t posted on the blog in several weeks. The main reason for this is that I’ve had a terrible time focusing. It wasn’t my…
Last Friday I celebrated the 10 year anniversary of my kidney transplant with my parents and the amazing woman who donated it to me. The…
On Monday I had my first appointment with an endocrinologist since becoming a born again diabetic last year. I would have gone sooner, but for…
I forgot my shot that I’m supposed to take with lunch. Even after 15 months of being back at this routine, sometimes it still slips…
I’m angry, pissed off, and discouraged. My counselor says I’m entitled to that and all the other emotions I told her I’m feeling. Right now,…
Last week my TB skin test was negative, which came as no surprise. But it put me one step closer to the pancreas transplant. That…
I’m irritated. I was in the zone, focused on my writing, when out of nowhere my blood sugar dropped. That sweet focus is gone and…
A year ago right now I was in the hospital, coming to terms with the likelihood that my transplanted pancreas wasn’t working. As if that…
Alright, it’s time for my first confession. Last night, just before bed, I tore into the emergency chocolate. I keep it in a kitchen drawer…