• Eight Years with a Confusing Pancreas and a Broken Heart

    Today is the 8th anniversary of my initial diagnosis with diabetes and congestive heart failure.  My, what a long and trying eight years it has been, too.  So much has happened since that fateful day. So many changes in my life, my diagnosis, and my treatments. Change is so often hard to accept.  Admittedly, this last year has been a real struggle for me as I’ve worked to come to terms with my misdiagnosis and the changing of my label from type 2 diabetes to latent autoimmune diabetes in adults, or LADA.  On one hand, the change has been positive in that I’ve gained access to different treatment options, more supplies, etc… On the other hand, though, it has had the negative effect of leaving…

  • Healthcare wishes

    Today’s topic about healthcare experiences comes at a time when I’m still trying to process the recent discovery that I was misdiagnosed with Type 2 diabetes, when what I actually have is Latent Autoimmune Diabetes in Adults, also known as Type 1.5 or LADA.  This after 7 years of struggles with treatments not working and being told I just need to try harder.  Bullshit that, based on test results that were present at diagnosis, could have been been avoided.  I’m sitting on a lot of anger about this.  Rightfully so.  But I don’t know how to express it in a way that’s not riddled with f-bombs. I dropped those yesterday, so I’ll spare you today. Today, I’ll share wishes.  Wishes…

  • F-bombs for Diabetes

    Fuck Diabetes!  Yeah, I said it.  Someone needs to.  And after riding the Glucoaster all night following my 9 hours at work, I’m more than willing to do the job.  I feel like hell.  I’m incredibly tired.  I’m cranky. And I hate this disease.  F**k it and all of the misery that goes with it. And as for the “person with diabetes” versus “diabetic” labels thing… I don’t tend to get worked up over those. I respect that some folks do and I understand why.  Frankly, though, I much prefer Mike. Click for the Language and Diabetes  Link List. There is an old saying that states “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me”. I’m willing to…

  • The Other Half of Diabetes

    If you’ve followed my blog for any length of time, you’re likely aware that I’ve made no secret of my struggles with anxiety, depression, and PTSD.  I’ve shared some pretty dark stuff on those topics over the last couple of years.  When I wrote the Confessions of a Broken Man at the end of 2014, I was in such a bad place mentally that I was ready to end it.  Obviously, I didn’t, but the possibility was real.  A few months after that I shared about The Ah Ha Moment I had that led to my diagnosis with PTSD and that I was working to get back on the wagon.  I’ve had success with that.  Though I’m still struggling with some…

  • To Get Through This Diabetes Life

    “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this thing called life.” ~ Prince This thing called diabetes life. That’s why I’m here.  That’s why My Diabetic Heart is here.  It’s here because I was diagnosed with what was long thought to be type 2 diabetes, and also with congestive heart failure, at age 24. I started writing here as a way to document what I was going through with the scary, life changing diagnoses that had been dropped in my lap.  Writing helped me then and still does when I’m able to find the time and get the words I want to say out of my head. As I continued sharing my story through the blog and…