Last week I had an appointment with my nurse practitioner, basically going over prescription refills, and checking my basal rates. I have an amazing nurse practitioner at the Joslin Diabetes Center. She's so good that I told her I didn't even want to see my endo there anymore....we just didn't see eye-to-eye on things. She always tells me how "happy and energetic" I am compared to some of her other patients she sees.
She's always happy to see me for an appointment, and when she sat down next to me reading the info she gathered from my pump she patted me on the back and told me she was proud of me. Because I'm one of the few patients she sees who truly WANTS to improve at living with diabetes. She tells me about so many other patients that she sees who don't have the same desire to improve their health, but just look for medication refills.
A big part of living with diabetes is your medical team, but the other huge part is wanting to improve. What good is your doctor if you don't have the desire to help yourself, too? Last month I posted a blog about feeling like a failure. So, what I did was I focused on dinner and carb counted everything I ate at night and bolus'd correctly, instead of forcing a low, and my numbers have been improving a lot. So I was curious what my A1c would be this time around.
My A1c a couple months ago was 6.8. I figured, it would have gone up to at least 7 since I stopped forcing lows. But when I got the card in the mail today, I slowly opened it and saw a 6.5. The lowest my A1c has been since I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes seven years ago. When I saw that number my eyes filled with tears and I couldn't stop smiling. I was running around the house to show my family, I tweeted it to all of you reading this. Something as simple as someone else with diabetes, who UNDERSTANDS, saying "good job! great! good work!" feels so good.
Being on an insulin pump has GREATLY improved my life, and my A1c. But without the D-OC, and the support, and friendship through the good and bad, I never would have even wanted to improve my life with diabetes. So thank you to all of you, who sent a simple tweet that said "good job" because it means more to me than just two simple words. It means you get what I'm going through, you know the struggle, and you know how it feels to feel truly victorious.