The LADA Journey …

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The years in between my Hashimotos diagnosis and the next were a haze for me.  I was a wife, a mom, I worked full time and I caught every bug all the time.  The years were busy but I was always sick.  I thought it was picking up stuff because my job entailed me being in the public and the kids brought home all kinds of bugs over the years.  I don’t know when it was exactly but I remember feeling like I had the flu forever and continual migraines, lets NOT forget migraines.  My thyroid levels were checked frequently and adjustments made but I always was feeling like crap.  I had my appendix out and thought that some of the feeling like crap was when that was starting to go.  So many things all seemed to happen at once.

So this forever flu brought constant low grade fevers, nausea and frequent diarrhea.  If I had a fever, nausea or diarrhea I can’t work.  Some people may be able to but I can’t so I was the one from work who was “always sick” and was a let down to coworkers.

Diabetes was my next diagnosis.  In the beginning of 2012 the nausea, headaches and flu like symptoms just seemed to be endless.  I remember my husband testing my sugar one morning before I’d even had my morning tea.  Well my fasting sugar was 9.2 and that was high.  Called my doctor and got to see him within a couple days, more tests and metformin was started and yeah I got to add a new doctor to my team.  I was referred to an endocrinologist.  My sugars were all over the place, I was sick, I was losing weight and was a my lowest weight since before kids.

Latent autoimmune diabetes in adults (LADA) is a slow progressing form of autoimmune diabetes. Like type 1 diabetes, LADA occurs because your pancreas stops producing adequate insulin, most likely from some “insult” that slowly damages the insulin-producing cells in the pancreas. But unlike type 1 diabetes, with LADA, you often won’t need insulin for several months up to years after you’ve been diagnosed.

Source:  Mayo Clinic

The Endocrinologist and his nurse said I wasn’t a type 2 diabetic and it was the first time I’d heard the words LADA and type 1.5 and progressing Type 1.  I found out that I was a slowly progressing type one diabetic who could be managed on pills, diet changes for a few months to almost two decades.  The average is six years I was told.  A new medication was added, metformin was increased and I tried to cope.  I was off work for a few weeks on short term disability, we had recently gotten a puppy after our house being too quiet after our previous Labrador had left for the Rainbow Bridge.  I was feeling down but depressed wasn’t a word I could say.  My hubby begged me to go with him and Keely to her vet appointment.  It was sunny and he thought a drive would make me feel better.  He was trying to make me happy.  The day ended on a not so happy note and I went back to work way to early and hadn’t really digested that I was a diabetic.

One thing I did do was go gluten free because I thought that it would help get me better.  I thought if I just ate better I’d get better.  Yeah, that didn’t work.  I was still sick all the time.  My sugars were regular and any spikes would be from something I ate that I shouldn’t have.  I’m now on three pills with an A1c that is perfect in the eyes of my endocrinologist.  He’s given me another six month of just the pills and said that the my current issues which are the Lupus and Fibro are the “bastards”.  His words not mine.

Thanks for reading part two of my journey.  Part one is here if you missed it.  Part three is “the Bastards”.

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