I’ve never shared my diagnosis story. It is something I’ve
wanted to do for a long time and eventually it is something I will do. This
blog post has come about because I was working on some text for an up-and-coming
#ourD tweetchat with the #wenurses community. This post touches on my diagnosis
story but only because I want to share a few things about the positive impact
nurses have had on my life since dx; how they have contributed hugely to how I
manage my diabetes and to whom I could never thank enough for their patience, compassion,
kindness and care.
The beginning…
Discharge letter |
It was dinnertime when I left the ward. I went, with my wife, down to the hospital canteen and looked at the food on offer – I nearly cried.
Before hospitalisation I had been eating a healthy diet, so what did healthy mean? I looked
at everything on offer and I didn’t know what healthy meant anymore. I felt that a wrong decision now could mean I'd be going straight back on to the
ward before I'd even left the hospital grounds.
After a long time of indecision I chose a lasagne with salad and then tentatively started to
eat. It was the hardest meal I’d ever eaten, not because it was horrible – far
from it – it was much better than the food I had on the ward! It was the
hardest meal to eat because I was eating it in fear.
I left most of it on the plate claiming I was full. I didn’t
want my wife to know the real reason… I was scared.
When we eventually got home I immediately went for a shower.
After a week of washing myself in the hospital bed, this was freedom! I was so
tired, I went to bed and was asleep before my head hit the pillow!
The following day, still tired and trying to come to terms
with a diagnosis I didn’t understand, I rang my local GP surgery and asked if it was possible to see somebody. They must have heard something in my voice: desperation? fear? or maybe I was just lucky? Somehow they sorted me out with an appointment
that afternoon with the practice diabetes nurse, Helen.
I turned up and explained my situation. Helen already knew I’d
been in hospital; she’d been trying to contact me about my test results (which
showed I had diabetes) at the very time I was being admitted to the critical
care unit at Doncaster Royal Infirmary. Shocked at the lack of information I’d
been given, she spent over an hour explaining everything to me; sorting out my
prescriptions; providing me with the tools to manage my condition and setting
up my follow up meetings including my quarterly Hba1c checks. In that time Helen
managed to turn me from someone who was ignorant about my condition and frightened
about the future into someone that knew what they had, understood what they
needed to do and (most importantly) knew they could handle it. I might have been
given a life changing diagnosis, but Helen had given me a life changing
outlook. She will never know how much the time she spent with me that day impacted
my life for the better and I will be forever grateful.
The truth…
I wonder when insulin treatment started? |
It was at that
point a GAD test was ordered and over a month later the result came back – it confirmed
I actually had Type 1 diabetes.
I'm sure I could have obtained a correct diagnosis earlier
if I’d been honest about my diabetes management, but I didn’t share everything
with my practice nurse. As far as she was aware I was continuing to eat a
normal healthy diet – I wasn’t.
I knew carbohydrates increased my blood glucose level.
I knew the Metformin reduced my blood glucoses levels by about 1mmol/L (probably).
I knew the Gliclazide would stimulate my pancreas to produce more insulin.
I knew if I went out exercising I could reduce my blood sugar levels.
I knew... I understood my diabetes!
I knew the Metformin reduced my blood glucoses levels by about 1mmol/L (probably).
I knew the Gliclazide would stimulate my pancreas to produce more insulin.
I knew if I went out exercising I could reduce my blood sugar levels.
I knew... I understood my diabetes!
When I saw the drugs weren’t working, I looked to the other
side of the equation and started to remove carbohydrates from my diet. By the
time I had a correct diagnosis I was approaching a carb free diet and at times
eating under 1200 calories a day. I was a “motivated patient” who wasn’t going
to let diabetes beat them, the Hba1c test would show I was in control.
If I had been honest with my healthcare team and told them
exactly how I was managing my condition, that GAD test might have been ordered
a lot sooner and that would definitely have removed a lot of the pain and
anguish suffered leading up to the correct diagnosis.
Why didn’t I share this important fact?
I didn’t think it was important. My main motivation was to have the “perfect” Hba1c, as near to a non-diabetic value as I possibly could. If I achieved that, I would have done everything in my power to minimise any future complications, my healthcare team would be happy, QOF payments would be made and my biggest motivator might occur… I might be able to come off the pills - a win-win situation was on the cards. I was so focused on achieving those results that I failed to appreciate the true impact it was having on my life.
The night before…
I was sat in the room when the practice nurse rang through to the lab to ask if my GAD result was available. It may seem odd, but I had been wishing for a type 1 diagnosis the previous evening, I couldn’t cope with the prospect that I was type 2 and couldn’t do anything more to control it. I knew I couldn’t sustain the lifestyle I was living and I was frightened that if I was type 2 I would fail.
I’d come home from work that night, shattered and hungry. I tested
my blood glucose level and found it was over 20mmol/L. I sat in the kitchen wondering what to do knowing that I was close to how I felt when I was admitted to the critical care unit. On the verge of tears I ate a piece of cheese believing if I ate any more carbohydrates there was a good chance I'd be going to hospital. I went to bed hungry and upset.
The news I was type one was a huge relief, yet a daunting one
at the same time.
The Gliclazade was stopped immediately and I was introduced
to insulin.
Once again Helen spent time to talk about the different
types of insulin, the different types of pen delivery and asked me what insulin and
delivery method I wanted to use. She taught me everything I needed to know to
inject and how (and when) to change the dosage. It wasn’t until I’d injected my
first basal insulin and I was comfortable with what I was doing that I was
allowed to leave.
Alas I moved out of the area and needed to find a new GP and therefore a new practice nurse. It was a sad day for me. I knew Helen was applying for a role working with Diabetes UK and I kept an eye out to see if she was successful. I was very pleased to see that she was. Alas my new practice nurse isn't a patch on Helen. Yes, she does all the tests etc but there is a fundamental difference. Helen dealt with me as a person, not my condition.
I'm pleased to say that my Diabetes Specialst Nurse team at the hospital in Sheffield also deal with me as a person.
In my first visit we talked about chinese takeaways, the second fish and chips from the chip shop and the third our favourite Ben and Jerrys icecream flavour! What has all that got to do with having "good numbers"? Everything! Feeling normal, feeling I have a friend I can turn too, feeling I can talk about my successes AND my challenges is important. So I'm learning to be more honest, when I'm asked "How are you doing?" I don't have to say what I always say ("I'm ok thanks"), I can open up and talk about what matters to me. It means I have the right motivation and get the right support. I no longer go to these meetings wanting to "pass the test". I go to these meetings to see how together we can improve my quality of life. If that means the numbers get better too... well we have a win-win on our hands :)
So my new years resolution? It's to make those few hours a year count by being honest, that way we can work together as a true team.
All change
Alas I moved out of the area and needed to find a new GP and therefore a new practice nurse. It was a sad day for me. I knew Helen was applying for a role working with Diabetes UK and I kept an eye out to see if she was successful. I was very pleased to see that she was. Alas my new practice nurse isn't a patch on Helen. Yes, she does all the tests etc but there is a fundamental difference. Helen dealt with me as a person, not my condition.
I'm pleased to say that my Diabetes Specialst Nurse team at the hospital in Sheffield also deal with me as a person.
In my first visit we talked about chinese takeaways, the second fish and chips from the chip shop and the third our favourite Ben and Jerrys icecream flavour! What has all that got to do with having "good numbers"? Everything! Feeling normal, feeling I have a friend I can turn too, feeling I can talk about my successes AND my challenges is important. So I'm learning to be more honest, when I'm asked "How are you doing?" I don't have to say what I always say ("I'm ok thanks"), I can open up and talk about what matters to me. It means I have the right motivation and get the right support. I no longer go to these meetings wanting to "pass the test". I go to these meetings to see how together we can improve my quality of life. If that means the numbers get better too... well we have a win-win on our hands :)
So my new years resolution? It's to make those few hours a year count by being honest, that way we can work together as a true team.