In May 2006, my daughter's father and I ended an unhappy marriage of 10 years. The marriage brought me nothing but hurt.
But fortunately, I still have a lovely daughter who is my baby. Because of her, I feel that my life is complete. I am happy and happy. But fate played tricks on me. In 2007, my daughter became ill.
Let me review my situation first: I have been a chubby girl since I was a child, and I have a great body. I often help my mother with work, and I am very energetic. When I was 24 years old, I met the father of my child on a blind date. He has a talented appearance and a good figure. He was tall and tall. I fell in love with him at first sight. He was my first love. That year, we got married. He likes to drink, and his blood pressure will be high if he drinks too much, but after he pays attention to his diet, there is no big problem.
The next year, we gave birth to our lovely daughter. She was just like me when I was a child: chubby and strong. I never thought that she would suffer from such a disease at such a young age.
My daughter is lively and active by nature. Since the first grade, she has been keen on enrolling in interest classes, including language, math, table tennis, basketball, and dance. She rarely gets sick. Later, my marriage with him finally reached that point due to various conflicts. Since my divorce, living alone with my daughter has been peaceful and happy.
In the summer vacation of 2007, my daughter went to dance as usual. She worked very hard, and the dance teacher was full of praise for her, saying that my daughter was not afraid of hardship or tiredness, and practiced dance very diligently. However, during that time, my daughter was listless all day long, and she felt tired every day. I was very tired and said I was thirsty. I thought it was because dancing was too hard, so I didn’t pay much attention to it.
Until my daughter always felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, I took her to see a doctor in the county town. The situation became more and more serious. During the infusion the next day, my daughter had violent projectile vomiting, rapid heartbeat, and confusion. The doctor transferred her to the Department of Cardiology. , diagnosed as fulminant myocarditis. I was so heartbroken that I took my daughter to a tertiary tertiary hospital overnight. When we arrived, it was already 12 o'clock at night. My daughter had already lost consciousness. I had completely lost my mind. The doctor was busy doing examinations and couldn't come to a conclusion for 2 hours.
Fortunately, a doctor suddenly reacted and took a blood sugar test. In fact, doctors generally don’t think of testing blood sugar for children of this age. But just a few days ago, a child had been in a coma for a long time, and no one thought of testing his blood sugar. By the time they wanted to treat him, the child had already passed away. So this time the doctor also thought about what happened last time. When he tested his blood sugar, his daughter’s blood sugar was indeed as high as 28 mmol/L!
The diagnosis certificate and critical illness notice were handed over to me at the same time: I do not secrete insulin at all, I have type 1 diabetes, and I need to rely on external insulin for life, accompanied by ketoacidosis and deep coma...
There was a race against time to rescue her, but my daughter was still in a coma. I was so anxious, but I had no choice but to call my daughter's nickname over and over again, hoping that she would wake up. I have even prepared for the worst: if my daughter leaves me, I will go with her...
Just when I collapsed in despair, my daughter finally woke up! I was overjoyed and felt like I had been reborn. Through the doctor's active treatment, my daughter slowly recovered and was discharged from the hospital with a pump. From then on, I accompanied my daughter on the road to controlling blood sugar. No matter what I forget, I will never forget to ask my daughter to check her blood sugar and take insulin.
In this way, 12 years have passed. My baby has also grown into a big girl. I watched her grow up and accompanied her through the journey of resisting sugar for more than ten years. Speaking from the bottom of my heart, I have no resentment. Instead, I want to thank diabetes. Although its arrival has brought many painful memories, it has also brought many positive things to us, mother and daughter:
Thanks to diabetes, our bodies, mother and daughter, have changed. In the past, both of us were chubby. But my daughter lost ten pounds after she got sick, and I also lost a lot of weight for the first time and gained curves. Later, due to insisting on exercise and adjusting my diet, we both got in good shape.
Since my daughter had a brush with death, she has become more and more sensible, cherishes and loves life more, and works harder in studies. In order to control her blood sugar, she actively exercises, and has met many sugar babies and become good friends.
My relationship with my daughter is also getting better and better. Because we have experienced life and death, we cherish the time together even more. Even if we are separated due to studies, we will still care about each other and keep our hearts closely connected.
Of course, when facing diabetes, we are more helpless, and the sadness in it is hard to describe in words:
When studying is stressful, my daughter cannot exercise regularly. After studying for a day at school, her blood sugar will soar to over 15 when she comes home. Even if she takes insulin and controls her diet, her blood sugar will still be disobedient as long as she does not exercise. Of course, later we also thought of a way to deal with it. We asked the teacher for an hour off after dinner every day, explained the reason, went out to do aerobic exercise for 40 minutes, and then went to the classroom to study.
During each menstrual period, my daughter not only has to endure abdominal pain, chest pain, cold limbs, and lack of strength, but also faces skyrocketing blood sugar levels. Even if she has no strength, she still has to grit her teeth and do exercises to enhance pancreatic secretion activity. If she is under pressure from study at this time This made things worse. I tried various methods, including eating less and moving more, increasing the dosage of medicine, and conditioning with traditional Chinese medicine, but my blood sugar remained high. Only when the menstrual period is coming to an end can blood sugar be controlled more easily. At this time, I felt very sorry for my daughter and quickly made some delicious food to comfort her.
