How Marianna Cantu treated high random blood glucose?

Note - This article is written by one of our patients about their experiences with high random blood glucose.

Marianna Cantu, who I am, is a high school student who is 18 years old. I had a fairly typical life up until the day everything changed. The day began innocently enough, as it does every day. I was a little fatigued when I woke up, but I ignored it because I assumed it was the result of a late-night study session. I had no idea that this day would usher in a journey that would drastically transform my life.

Before leaving for school, I went through my morning ritual of getting dressed and eating a quick breakfast. As the day went on, I became aware of a problem. I was becoming more and more exhausted and thirsty. I had the impression that no matter how much water I drank, my thirst persisted. Additionally, I had to constantly use the lavatory, which started to interfere with my ability to focus in class.

I made the decision to tell my best friend, Sarah, my secret during lunch. She observed my frequent trips to the toilet and my weariness. She advised me to check my blood glucose level since she was worried. Why she would believe that was necessary eluded me. I mean, I was young and my family had never had diabetes. But I consented to give it a shot.

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We discussed the situation while Sarah escorted me to the school nurse's office. Mrs. Johnson, the nurse, was a nice and knowledgeable woman who took my worries seriously right away. A drop of blood was placed on the glucose metre when she pierced my finger. We waited for the answer for what seemed like an eternity.

I was shocked to see a reading of 220 mg/dL on the metre. Mrs. Johnson's expression mixed empathy and concern. She clarified that my blood glucose level was much higher than normal, which is defined as being between 70 and 140 mg/dL. She told me to visit a doctor right away because she thought I might have diabetes.

As I walked out of the nurse's office, I felt terrified and overpowered. I kept hearing the term "diabetes" in my head and was concerned about what it would imply for my life. I attempted to comprehend the news for the rest of the school day, which felt like a blur. I couldn't stop worrying about the unknown future.

I worked up the guts to inform my folks when I got home. Their initial response was similar to my own shock and worry. They told me right away, nevertheless, that we would meet this task together. The following day, we scheduled a visit with a doctor to obtain a proper diagnosis and advice on how to treat my illness.

I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes, an autoimmune disorder in which my body doesn't make enough insulin, by the doctor. He clarified that it was merely a result of my immune system attacking the insulin-producing cells in my pancreas and that neither my lifestyle nor any personal fault was to blame. This meant that in order to control my blood sugar levels, I would require insulin injections for the rest of my life.

Accepting my diagnosis was not simple. It required getting used to a new schedule of numerous daily blood glucose checks, meal carbohydrate calculations, and insulin injections as necessary. I had to develop the skills necessary to identify the warning signals of high or low blood sugar and to react correctly.

I took diabetic education seminars with my family, where we met other people dealing with the same issue. I felt a sense of solidarity and camaraderie as a result of this. I came to understand that I was not going through this road alone and that there were numerous tools at my disposal to help me effectively control my diabetes.

I eventually grew accustomed to my new situation. Making better lifestyle decisions and prioritising self-care were lessons I learned. I started clearing up myths regarding diabetes and educating my friends and classmates about it. I even joined a support club for people with diabetes at my school, where we planned activities and raised money for diabetes research.

Living with diabetes requires constant juggling, but it has also taught me to value my health and the strength of the human spirit. I am determined to live a fulfilling life and not let diabetes define me, despite the first shock and difficulties.

I now act as a young ambassador for diabetes education, drawing on my personal struggles to support others. Although receiving my diagnosis was clearly a life-changing experience, it also gave me the chance to advance, educate myself, and motivate others. Although I may have diabetes, it does not define who I am or what I am capable of.

How Marianna Cantu treated high random blood glucose?

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