My doctor called me at work and asked me to set an appointment as soon as possible to discuss the results of my blood work. As I was going out of country for 10 days in 48 hours, he asked me to come in that evening or next day morning. I knew right away what the diagnosis was going to be but not how bad it was going to be.

Three days prior, I had gone to the doctor for my annual check up and told him that I had lost a lot of weight in the previous year (38 pounds — 174 in February 2007 to 136 in November 2007) but did not know why. I had stopped exercising in March 2007 due to a problem in my heels. By June, to help stabilize my weight around 150, I began to eat a fair bit of junk food (chocolate cakes, chocolates — 3-4 Ferrero Rochers daily) on top of my daily food intake. The weight loss continued, however, 1-2 pounds a week. Mentally, I felt this was fantastic! My back pain had gone away, I was fitting into more clothes (even those I had not worn in years) and I was nearing what I ideally wanted to weigh — 135 pounds. The doctor briefly mentioned that this might be a symptom of diabetes but the blood work would tell us more accurately.

I went to see the doctor the next morning — January 25 — and he showed me the blood report, more specifically the fasting glucose level:

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317!!! I was shocked beyond belief! The doctor explained what the results meant, what was going to happen next and what I needed to do. Mentally though, I kept seeing visuals of a perfect countryside landscape being bombed and destroyed like there was no tomorrow…

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