The News Trumps Love

Sorry dear to bump you from your spot in the headlines 36 hours before LOVE DAY has even had a chance to show her face - but there are some things that trump all - and this is one. Besides you are doing the crazy dance right along side me (in your own melancholy, you can't make me have fun sort of way).

So, when I first started my journey into diabetes over 1 1/2 years ago - I went in with my HbA1c at 9.6. After 10 months of strict changes in my diet and adding medication we brought me down to a 9.3 - at which point we opted in and jumped on the Insulin band wagon.

http://www.elviradarknight.com/diabetes/a1cnumbers.html

I immediately began to see huge jumps in my fasting blood sugar and positive changes in how I was feeling.

This week after several roller coaster months we went for the re-test. I struggle with testing so I wasn't really sure what to expect.

See, I get hungry when it is time to test and if anything like a child (or 4) or a phone, or a disaster, or a child causing a disaster, or the impending doom of a child not having their needs met within moments of the thought crossing the corpus callosum, gets in my path.... then somehow I end up eating and THEN I realize - oh yeah - I was getting ready to test...

As I met with my doctor this time she assured me that my results would be better and that I would be pleased and that we should be able to move forward. We talked numbers

"where should I be Doc, at a 7 or so?"

"Oh sweetheart" she said kindly. Healthy people are anywhere between a 4 and 5.9 and
we would really like you to be there but, realistically let's shoot for 7."

I was ok with that. Truly I would have been ok with an 8 after the work it took to get me from a 9.6 to a 9.3!

Well the call came sometime today when my phone was lost - so the miracle of technology left me listening to a message (thank GOD I signed the freakin' HIPPA forms!!!).

My heart was pounding - seriously - I do not know the last time I was so nervous.

I can still remember each second as she spoke and the syllables of each word in the sentence when she told me that my result was a 5.6!

OMG!

Me and the girls were walking into the grocery store - and I couldn't escape from the humungous smile that captured my face - and I laughed. The girls asked what was wrong and I said Mommy's going to be ok! And they squealed and jumped and celebrated with me.

So I know this is just a little test - in the history of tests that I will undergo but it is singlehandedly the first and best and most surprising victory I have seen in my little world in a long time, and I am going to hold onto the hope it gives me and the confidence that I am gaining in my ability to make meaningful and lasting changes not just in my body but in my heart and my life as well.