Seth and I are headed to Africa in December; last Friday I had my appointment at the travel clinic to go over our itinerary, get vaccinations, and medications.
Going through the questions with the nurse, went something like this:
Nurse: I see you’re taking insulin? Me: Yes. Nurse: Are you wearing a pump? Me: Yes. Nurse: How do you like it? Me: (what?) I like it, it provides a lot more freedom for me. Nurse: Yeah, that’s what my mom says, she really likes hers. Me: Oh, does your mom have type 1 diabetes? Nurse: No, she has type 2, but she’s insulin dependent, and (wait for it), really brittle. Me: Oh. Nurse: But the pump is really cool, it does everything for her. I’ve seen it when she tests her blood sugar, and it tells the pump everything to do, she doesn’t even have to do anything or look at it. Do you have that kind? Me: (does that exist?) No.
Everybody knows somebody with diabetes, but everybody’s diabetes is different. Mine, is not your mom’s. I can’t help but think, if I’d had another chronic condition, that the nurse would’ve been so open and inquisitive into my condition. If I were in remission from cancer, would he have asked me personal questions about my cancer, and tell me about his mom’s?
Why is diabetes different?