Since My head is always swimming...why not blog?

Well, from Facebook to here I guess. My mind is always so busy, especially of late, so I thought blogging might help. The past year has been such a trip, trying to make sense of it all just might take a blog. lol

A little over a year ago we were doing fairly well. My husband was preparing for his company's annual conference. The hours preparation required made him almost a ghost here at home...none the less, I think he liked it. And I, knowing it was just once a year was fine with it. I missed him of course, but I was ok. And actually looked forward to the fancy black tie awards night in the end... (not to mention the Swanky hotels, lol)

This last time my poor husband looked a lot more taxed than usual. He lost somewhere in the 30-35 lb range without any diet or exercise. His skin started taking on a grey cast. Still, we thought is was nothing more than stress and that it would be over after the conference had concluded. Unfortunately, not the case. He got what I can only describe to be frailer, and more lethargic. But the hard worker he was, he kept working hard at his job. Finally, once the conference was over, he decided to see the Dr. who did routine physical tests only to determine that he had (what they thought was) type II Diabetes. So, a diet was given to him along with medication and a glucose meter. But no matter what he did, his blood sugar just would NOT go down. after about a month of medication and no change in his his symptoms or blood sugar, the Dr. did more tests and referred him to a specialists...where they came to the realization that he was actually Type I. And needed insulin. The shock that came over us both I don't think either of us dealt with. He just did what was told of him...he took insulin shots via "pen". That coupled with the constant testing and blood sugar monitoring were so heartbreaking...but other than expressing some brief disappointment...he never complained. He realized he wanted to live for himself and his family and he just did what he needed to do. My heart goes out to him, while, at the same time, I was fairly silent. I didn't know what to say, and the fear of making it worse is always heavy on my mind. Though, I can happily report. He seems to be doing well with his new pump. He still indulges at times, but seems to overall get it. And I'm so proud of his bravery!