Good-bye My Friends by Jaye Lewis

Hello friends,

I want to thank you for finding something positive with my Diabetes Blog. I hope that I have given you something meaningful to take with you. However, I will be discontinuing Jaye Lewis Diabetes Diary and focusing on my main blog Entertaining Angels Encouraging Words. Health and time management is my reason for this decision. In the future, please visit www.entertainingangelsencouragingwords.blogspot.com to follow my journey. Thank you for your loyalty and friendship.

With love,

Jaye Lewis

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Life After Sixty By Jaye Lewis

Hello friends,

I’ve been spending this morning pouring through medical site after medical site on my laptop, trying to discover who cares about seniors. Oh, I’m not talking about the sites that tell us, “Sixty is the new forty.” No, sixty is not the new forty, it’s still just sixty. I know, it’s hard, at sixty, to let go of those dreams of the body we wish we had, but I’m afraid that for most of us, sixty is never going to be forty.

What I’ve been trying to find out on these inefficient websites is two-fold. First, what solid advice is there to help a diabetic who is also asthmatic; and second, what advice is out there for an asthmatic who becomes diabetic?

Both diseases often go hand in hand, at least for me. My love/hate affair with prednisone began with my first full blown asthma attack, at age 44, and nearly ten years later, with prednisone induced diabetes. So, what available treatment is recommended for a senior, with both diabetes and asthma? I can answer that. Zilch. Nada. Nyet. Nothing. So, I must go my own route. Forge my own path. Find my own physicians for each and every ailment. Specialists. And hope no one kills me in the process.

One very important event in my present day struggle with diabetes is bringing my A1c down from 8.7 to 7.4. I was becoming increasingly discouraged, for the last year and a half, because all my years of walking a tight-rope with this disease, simply went down the tube. Suffering one asthma attack upon the last asthma attack, five in all, made my life a living hell. I lived on prednisone, and that caused my blood sugar to sky-rocket. It was so discouraging. It was dangerous. And it made me feel like a failure.

So, I bit the bullet. I went on insulin, and now I’m even more overweight, but my A1c has come down dramatically. All is not lost on the overweight side of my life, however, I’m now being weaned off of insulin and back onto Glumetza. We’ll see how that works. I’m also biking. Indoor biking. I bike from 2 – 4 miles a day, and my stamina is building up again. Perhaps this time I’ll beat that old asthma again, and live to fight another day. And, who knows, I just may lose a pound or two. Twenty would be nice.

Oh, and I have discovered who cares about seniors. My family cares, I do, and anyone over sixty does too. I’ve also realized, after my Friday visit with my doctor, just how much she cares. Perhaps, before I’m faced with another asthma attack and bout of prednisone, a cure will be found for both diseases. At least I hope so.

Father in heaven, there are so many things in this world that we have no control over. To name a few that are beyond our control, the weather, the oil spill in the Gulf, the economy, the fact that we age, and the diseases that assault us as we age. But one thing that we do have control over, is within our grasp. Whether to give in or to fight. Help us, Lord, to not give in. Help us to have the desire to be as healthy as we can, and, please Lord, grant us the courage to live another day and fight again.

With love,

Jaye Lewis

Being Thankful by Jaye Lewis

Hello friends,

Today is a beautiful day! Cool and dry, for a change, the breeze is like a cool caress to my soul. It’s not often that we have heavy, humid weather, but we have had it this spring and summer. And the rain! It’s been like a tropical rain forest. Our gardens look like jungles, out of which tigers and elephants – albeit little tigers and elephants − will emerge.

We have had a ground hog set-up shop in our old pool area, where we are building a secret garden, a perfect place to go in the cool of the morning, to drink a cup of coffee or tea, and just dream. However, we’ve a long way to go. So under the cement, this little (and I do mean little) ground hog began tunneling to his or her heart’s content. Naturally we fell in love with the little thing, and fed it bananas and other kinds of yummy fruits. If you’ve ever wondered, ground hogs LOVE bananas.

We couldn’t keep her, of course, even though we gave her a name – Katie. So, we borrowed a live trap, baited it with bananas, and she was inside within an hour. Then, my husband and daughter drove to a no-hunting forest preserve, and they found the perfect spot. Close to a tumbling creek, a picnic area, and filled with clusters of boulders, they set Katie loose. As though reading their hopeful minds, she headed straight for two large boulders which had fallen together eons ago, forming a tee-pee, and a perfect shelter for her, while she dug her tunnel system. If she is a female, she’s already mated, and there she will raise her litter. My dear husband and daughter took pictures, and it is truly a beautiful, safe place.

You may be wondering why I should include this heartwarming story in my diabetes blog. Well, it occurred to me that often we diabetics forget to enjoy life to its fullest. We forget to dream, as we listen to the insults that naturally are hurled at us, because often we are overweight – like we don’t know that. We struggle with diet and exercise, while adjusting medications or insulin. All too often, we become lost in our anxieties, and we forget to look out of that dark place, and we miss the beauty around us, as well as within.

I haven’t been able to run or skip, which I used to do, even in my fifties. No, I’ve never been a “runner,” but I loved to run with my weenie dog, down the hill. Well, the last time I ran “down the hill,” which is at a near 45 degree angle, I fell and rolled, all the way to the bottom, over rocks and into the pine needles. I was picking pine needles from my underwear for hours. My socks were stuck with so many pine needle parts, I looked like I was walking on porcupines! I laughed for days, and every once in a while, when I relive the story, I laugh again.

I have had five asthma attacks in the last fourteen months. My blood sugar, due to prednisone, has been well over 300 at times. When I was at the height of my asthma attacks, my blood sugar was nearly 600. The medical consensus of opinion, for asthmatics with diabetes, or the reverse, is that there is no consensus. The combined disease — asthma and diabetes — is considered rare. 18% of diabetics with asthma is rare? Since when has 18% been considered rare for anything?

Through this time, I have been discouraged and depressed, not to mention that I have gained enough weight to classify myself as my grandmother. But I can’t live like that. Living is a thing to celebrate. Celebrate!! I’m still breathing, aren’t I? I’m still laughing, aren’t I? I hope and I dream. Even though my asthma has taken its toll upon my life, and I am now on insulin, I can still appreciate the world that God has given me. Yes, my life is more complex. But isn’t everybody’s? Everyone’s life is complex. Disappointment, depression, and hopelessness visit everyone’s life. Yes, every single life. Especially those who seem so happy and fulfilled.

I have a life. You have a life. The sky is still blue where I live. The grass is still green. The birds fill my garden with song and bright colors. Baby birds are still brought to our deck by their parents. Hummingbirds drink of our nectar, and birds of all descriptions flock to our feeders. My little dachshund is getting older and so am I. You might say, we are growing old together. I am loved by a man who has never had a divided heart. By the grace of God, I am growing old with the love of my life. I have two daughters, who are rays of light to my soul. And most of all, God is with me. I am certain of that.

My heart goes out to the people in the Gulf of Mexico. I grew up in Florida and spent many a vacation along the white sand beaches of the Gulf Coast. As a family, we lived for a time right on the Gulf Coast of Texas, and we lived through a major hurricane. So, this tragedy is very personal. Watching the seabirds and turtles of my childhood suffer and drown in an ocean of tarry goop, just about kills me. I cannot express the horror that touches my soul, for I am helpless to save them. Yet, folks in the Gulf still have a sense of hope; and volunteers, from all across the country, faithfully scrub feathers clean with wonderful Dawn Dishwashing Liquid. For more information, visit Dawn’s website at www.dawnsaveswildlife.com The people of the Gulf Coast are resilient and courageous. They have survived with hard work, humor, and a grace that should inspire us all.

These tragedies do not take place by accident. They take place by human beings who are thoughtless and negligent. They take place by pushing the envelope of safety hard, and without mercy. Now people are dead, and an entire ecosystem is in jeopardy. I’ve barely touched on the effects of this oil deluge. Our leaders in Washington? Oh please! Whether left or right leaning, they care about one thing: getting elected and keeping their jobs. Except for a very few, they are bought and sold by money, and it doesn’t matter where it comes from. One thing is for certain, they don’t care about you or me, and sometimes, I think, they care little about our country.

I try not to live a life of negativity. Yes, I am medically complicated, as a doctor once told me. I don’t want to be medically challenged. I’d love to be able to walk five miles, like I used to. I can’t. So, I ride the stationery bike, two miles yesterday, maybe more today. I can’t eat anything I want, then walk it off. So, I eat a little bit of what I want and bike it off, at least that’s what I hope. I’m not going to be thin again. I’ve accepted that. But I can be lovely as I am. I can look at myself through new eyes. I can stop feeling sorry for myself. I can love more, and I can laugh more.

Why have we become obsessed with Hollywood’s image of what is healthy? Why do we look at our self-worth, by what we think we see in the mirror? Is that how shallow we have become? Are we not yet sick and tired of pod-people who stretch themselves so tight, they can no longer smile? Believe me, the pretense of perfection is far worse than diabetes. The idolatry of self is an empty religion indeed. After all, that image in the glass, as St. Paul said, is seeing “through a glass darkly,” like looking at your image in the dark. Do we really want that?

So, let’s put some love on our faces, and celebrate the music of laughter. Let sunshine into your soul, and realize that this life is temporary. What we give away, to those in need, is what we take with us when we die. Take care of yourself. Eat healthy foods. Exercise by doing what is enjoyable, whether it be dancing, horseback riding, mowing the lawn, gardening, walking, running, or anything else that makes you feel good.. And when you can’t do that, then put your feet up until you can get moving again.

Mainly, don’t give up. We live in new times. There are dedicated scientists who are seeking new medications and even cures, out of love for a parent, a sibling, a grandparent or some other loved one who years ago, did not survive our disease. I won’t believe that my lot in life is terrible. I won’t say that my life is hopeless. I won’t listen to the ignorant people, who parrot other ignorant people, just so that they can say ugly things about me. I am not ugly. I am beautiful. I breathe. I pray. I love. And I have hope. I will survive. And you are a survivor, too.

Father in heaven, grant us the grace to see ourselves through Your eyes. May we laugh at the absurdities of life and celebrate the beautiful. May we close our ears to the taunts of those whose ignorant words say more about them than they say about us. May we understand that doing the best we can is enough. May we believe that small achievement is success. And may our courage always give You the praise, the honor, and the glory. Forever.

With love,

Jaye Lewis

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Walk with Me by Jaye Lewis

Hello friends,

It’s been so long since I’ve written. I’ve been recovering from another asthma attack, and I am finally out of the woods, as they say. Diabetes and asthma go together more often than many people think, mainly since prednisone raises blood sugar in everyone, but 18% of asthmatics also become diabetics, due to that very prednisone.

Sad to say, much of what you will read on the internet is written by people who call themselves medical writers, or my personal favorite, “expert.” I just found that today. Expert? Wow! Basically, a medical writer is someone who does research, good or bad, and writes about it. I know, because I have done it, and made good money doing it. There are also garden writers and home improvement writers, and I’m sure other “experts” who may or may not have experienced anything they write about. These writers are good at researching studies and manipulating the article for the sole purpose of getting paid by those who call themselves medical sites, but who are neither medical nor experts. So, be careful of what you believe on the web. If you find my name attached, just remember, I researched, but I am no expert about anything.

One article I read, which had me livid, said “obesity is the sole cause of diabetes.” That’s a plain and simple lie. No one knows what causes diabetes. Sure, a family history, like mine, indicates you probably will have diabetes, but you can delay or even prevent that history from catching up to you, by a healthy lifestyle. I was able to delay my diabetes, even with years of prednisone, through diet and exercise, until I was 52 years old. Nothing strenuous, except walking, at least three miles a day. If you are active, you probably walk a good mile, without knowing it. That leaves merely two miles left to walk. I also was able to control my diabetes solely with diet and exercise for four years. But one day everything changed. I discovered the progression of this terrible disease, and as a result I am now on insulin.

Being on insulin is not defeat. It is an opportunity to live my life as I wish. I still diet, test my blood frequently, and walk or ride our stationary bike. I’m up to three miles.

My favorite place to walk to, when we lived in Charleston South Carolina, was Burger King. Yes, Burger King. It was a mile away from my house. So, I’d get up really early, and I’d start out. One mile by this time was nothing, but two was a pretty good challenge. I’d walk that mile, and then I’d drink their largest glass of orange juice. Then I’d walk home. By the time I’d get home, the sugar rush would be over, and I’d have walked my two miles that day. The rest of my walking would be going here and there on my many errands. Or I would garden.

Gardening has always been an important part of my life. You can burn a lot of calories when you dig, and weed, and carry heavy pots or, in our case, dig and move the granite rocks that lay just below the surface of our Virginia Appalachian Mountain home. Many of the trees in our yard, I grew from seedlings. However, this year, my daughter and husband planted nineteen fruit trees in our back yard. They hit boulders with every hole. We won’t see much fruit for a few years, but when they do produce, in three to five years, we are going to can, can, can and dehydrate. It’s going to be a dream come true. Our yard, after twelve years is a beautiful place, with flowering trees and roses, along with many lovely blooming plants. It is a haven for me, even when I’m sick. Just looking at the beauty that God has given us, fills my heart with gratitude.

So, the truth is, being overweight does not cause diabetes, even though there is an obvious bigotry towards diabetics. Weight gain should never be ignored. Being overweight may be a symptom, especially if you have suddenly gained a lot of weight. Do not listen to the “medical writers.” See your doctor, and insist that you be evaluated. There are many diseases for which weight gain is a symptom.

If you are already being treated for diabetes, call around to the hospitals in your area. See if there is a program for diabetics. Often that includes support for each step of the way; diet assistance; and you may meet others who are living with their own struggles, and who understand what you are going through.

This last asthma attack was very difficult. Prednisone is a great producer of cortisol, and cortisol can cause weight gain. I gained twenty pounds, and I have lost exactly five pounds. The rest will have to be diet and exercise for me. I’m hoping that today I will be able to go a mile on my treadmill, or a mile on the stationary bike. (Since I began this blog post, I have reached three miles on our exercise bike. I wasn’t expecting that.) I have a lot of weight to lose, but I also have a wonderful support system in my family. My husband sees me as the beautiful woman he loves. He finds beauty in all my ways. My children are so supportive and a wonderful blessing from the Lord. I have an intimate walk with God, so I am looking forward to this walk with Him.

I guess my message today is, don’t give up, and don’t believe anyone who slaps initials behind their name. I knew a lab technician who passed with D’s and still got her degree. I also knew a medical student who never got more than a D, yet still got her license. Every degree has a story, some noble and some a blatant lie. Don’t be their victim. You are precious to God. This is not a curse. This is a challenge. Diabetes is not a death sentence. It may be a trial. It may be unfair, but it is what you have, not who you are. Don’t let this disease define you, and don’t let those who have not walked your journey tell you who you are.

Do the best you can every day. Walk a mile if you can every day. And if you can only walk a few feet, do that. There are 5, 280 feet in a mile. Each foot requires one step. Each step you take is one foot. That first step is the beginning. Take ten more. Tomorrow take ten more. Each step is the beginning of a journey. In ten minutes I will begin that journey again. On my treadmill or on the bike. So, I ask you, will you walk with me? One step at a time. I’ll be praying for you. Will you pray for me?

Father in heaven, the steps that Jesus took on the road to Calvary were footsteps filled with blood. He carried my sins to the Cross. The least I can do is not give up on myself, since I know He has not given up on me. Help me to honor Him. Help me to follow in His footsteps, by doing something that is hard to do. I will remember Him on my walk. I will praise Him, Father, as I will praise You. Help each of us Father, on this day, and every day. Bring each of us to the foot of the Cross, where we will be forgiven all over again. And for those who do not know You, Father, I pray for their strength, too, and for their success as they walk with me.

Note: I invite you to go to the American Diabetes Association website at www.diabetes.org You will find many helps and encouragement there.

With love,

Jaye Lewis

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Just for Today by Jaye Lewis

Hello friends,

This is my second month on Lantus insulin. I take it once a day, and with my doctor’s advice, I am raising my dosage by one unit per day, until my fasting blood sugar is down to 100. It goes at a snail’s pace, and I’ve a long way to go. So far, I’m at 37 units.

I’m not always successful in my injections. The pen is large, and my hands are small, so when I push the plunger, I don’t always push it far enough so that it clicks and stays in place. It always makes me feel anxious when I fail. I try to remember everything, so that I’m successful with my dosage, but it’s difficult. The pen is rather ungainly, but I’ll get more comfortable and successful with use. I have Januvia for back up.

There is something I want to discuss with my doctor next week. According to the Lantus site, I should be doing injections ALONG WITH Januvia. I wonder why she wants me to do the Lantus alone? And why does the Lantus website say that their insulin should not be taken alone. It’s very confusing. I’ll let you know what I find out.

I trust my doctor. She has shown that she cares, and she is very knowledgeable. We do have one issue, however. She is Dutch, from the Netherlands, practicing here in the United States. I think we may have a cultural and language barrier. She is a “less is more” kind of doctor. As a result, my treatments often crawl along s-l-o-w-l-yyyy.

When it comes to my asthma, and I have an attack, I get an immediate secondary infection, which requires a strong antibiotic, and I must be on it for two weeks. That’s required. I have an asthma doctor. Thank God. But, if he’s out of town, I have to go to my regular doctor, and, by golly, she just can’t wait to under-treat my infection. However, in all other areas, she is superb, and we have a good relationship.

I know it’s hard to be a diabetic. It’s hard to try and try to lose weight and eat right. It often feels like one step forward and two steps back. Often we feel insulted and misunderstood. We see on the news, and read on websites and papers that we are responsible for our disease. They tell us that we are gluttons; that we sit around on our rear-ends and do nothing but fill our faces with fattening foods, as we live with our brains inside the TV.

It is a lie. It’s a mantra. Something that if they repeat it enough it will keep them from coming down with the fat person’s disease. They are living by an accepted conclusion, based upon their own bigotry.

Just recently I did some research on the causes of diabetes, and I came across a study which related Type 2 diabetes to a group of genes which influence insulin and glucose regulation. Read it for yourself. Skip over the big words and symbols, and absorb the meaning of this new study. Perhaps Type 2 diabetes is caused by a dysfunction of our genes. Here is the link: http://www.nih.gov/news/health/jan2010/niddk-17.htm

The genetic link in my family is unmistakable. Both of my grandmothers had Type 2 diabetes, along with my father, my mother, and my brother. Some genetic link, don’t you think? Do not forget to laugh about the ludicrous, and allow yourself to be angry about the insulting stuff, but don’t let it rule your life or who you truly are. You are a rare and precious human being, someone whom God cares about and loves.

My daughter just reminded me of a poem that I wrote years ago, which teaches me again and again to fight every battle “just for today,” and when that day is over, set it aside and forget it.

Just for Today by Jaye Lewis

Lord, just for today I will not fight You,

Nor anticipate Your desires for me.

Just for today, I will be happy

Doing Your will, instead of my own.

Just for today, I will laugh more, and complain less.

Just for today, I will not only count, But 'see' my blessings.

I will remember that home is 'heart,' And not 'hearth.'

Just for today, I will not belittle myself;

Goodness knows, there are plenty of others to do that for me.

Just for today, I will remember that I am a child of God,

And that in belittling myself, I belittle the One who made me.

Just for today, I will remember that You are, not only, with me;

But that You are holding me close.

Just for today, I will feel special to myself;

And I will love me, even as You have loved me.

Just for today, the only person I will rescue is myself.

I will not try to save the world, just for today.

Just for today, I will feel peace,

Knowing that there is Someone greater than I

To deal with my problems.

Just for today, I will allow You to be God.

I will be Your reflection.

I will not try to create You, in my image.

Just for today, I will cease to block Your love,

And I will allow the passion within me,

To embrace the lover of my soul.

Just for today, I will remember the little child within me.

Just for today, I will take the child out to play.

Just for today, I will have hope in You,

And in my ability to do Your will.

Just for today, I will let You be in control.

I will let You know more than I.

I will let You be in charge of my troubles.

Just for today, I won't have any.

Just for today, I will not hate.

Just for today, I will forgive the one who hurt me.

Just for today, I will ask God to forgive me.

Just for today, I will let Him.

© Jaye Lewis, 1994

Wishing you a happy Easter!

With love,

Jaye Lewis

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Shaking My Fist at Diabetes by Jaye Lewis

Hello friends,
Well, it’s settled. I’m seeing my doctor on Tuesday, and I’m going on insulin. I believe that she was trying to gently nudge me that way, but I wanted to try a different set of pills, and it’s just not working. I’m scared. I admit it. Just the feeling of the unknown. I did Byetta, which made me very sick, but insulin is a natural replacement for what the body lacks.

I’ve watched my glucose levels creep up, even when I skipped a meal. I’m thinking that my pancreas is shutting down, or not putting out enough insulin. My head knows that I haven’t failed, but my heart feels as though I have. Perhaps this is one of those moments when humility is a great teacher.

I’ve cried for a half-hour, a long time for me. I don’t cry in defeat. I have a great love for God, as many of you know. I worship Him in my heart and mind. I have worshipped Him in my body, also. For four years I controlled my diabetes, with diet and exercise, in what I call “My Worship Walk.” But now, it’s time for a new kind of worship. A worship of acceptance. A worship of surrender. This time, I give God all my pride in my accomplishments. I give Him my tears. I give God my life, to do with as He wills, and I know His touch will be gentle, as always.

So, if you too are on insulin, or you will be going on insulin, or you know and love someone who is or must go on insulin, believe that this is not a failure, of either spirit or will. Our failure would be to live in denial and hasten our own deaths.

The fight, as I have said before, is not with ourselves, but with our disease. Diabetes is the enemy. But we have been taught to love our enemies, so I will. For me, this is a new journey.

My youngest daughter says: “Getting on insulin is not coming to the bitter end of a fight. It is a continuation of the battle with a different arsenal. You are still fighting the disease. That hasn’t changed. The only bitter end is when you give up, and stop trying to battle the disease.”

Then she said something extraordinary: “Again, insulin is not a failure. It is ‘shaking of the fist’ and saying that it hasn’t beaten you yet. Thumbing the nose, as it were. I will thumb with you. I am thumbing the nose at it and supporting you in the battle.” Trust me, I could not have said it better myself.

So, with the support of my family, and the gentle touch of God, I thumb my nose at my disease. I will fight, and I hope my battle will be an encouragement to you. Remember, God is good. He is not the bringer of disease. He is the Healer. He heals my soul, and I feel His presence right now.

Heavenly Father, thank you for loving me. Thank you for my loving family. Thank you for the wisdom of my child, now a wise and wonderful woman. Thank you for both my daughters, whose sweet spirits are willing to do all it takes to help their mother be successful in this battle. And for my husband, Lord, what good thing did I do that You should bring Him into my life? I know, Lord, it is not my goodness, but yours. I accept this challenge, Lord, I hope with true humility, and I give you the praise and glory forever.

With love,
Jaye Lewis
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Life Is Not the Enemy by Jaye Lewis

Today is the first day of the next phase of my life, as a diabetic. It’s Saturday morning, and all the house is asleep. I couldn’t sleep in, since my dogs were pestering me to go outside, and to eat. Dogs are funny like that, especially my weenie dog, Happy. He gives me a poke with a cold, wet nose, and he whines at the door. So I got up, and I took him and Jessie, our Australian Shepherd mix, outside, and when I brought them in, I fed them.

That wasn’t the only thing that spurred me out of bed. You see, I saw my doctor yesterday, and once again, my medication was changed. My diabetes has been changing for quite some time. My blood sugar has been high. Oh, nothing elaborate, until my six months on prednisone last year, when my blood sugar went through the roof, and I became so bloated, it looked like I was going to explode. Finally, at the end of that plague year for our family, I was back on track, but my blood sugar never fully recovered.

So, as you have read on previous posts, my doctor and I tried everything that was new, and nothing would completely control my diabetes. And as I learned yesterday, my A1c is now well above 7.0. Yeah. My diabetes medication recently has been Januvia in the morning, and Glumetza 500 at supper. I was expecting miracles, but my blood sugar was still climbing. Since I don’t eat sugar, I was getting frantic. Januvia was great, until about the middle of the day. Then my glucose began a rapid climb, no matter what I ate. By the time I took my Glumetza 500, for supper, my blood sugar would test at nearly 200. By bedtime, I would test 200 easily, and sometimes even more.

So, I started skipping lunch, because by lunchtime, I just couldn’t stand the numbers I’d see afterwards. This became a vicious cycle. My next move was to not test at all. I know. Shame on me! Finally, I did some Googling on my medications: Januvia and Glumetza. I discovered that Glumetza can be raised to 1000mg, or even higher, if necessary. I was ecstatic. My gosh, it just might be perfect for me.

So, I called my pharmacist, an essential part of my health care program. He has become a dear friend, who has saved my life more than once. We discussed how an increase in my Glumetza strength, along with the Januvia, could get my numbers under control. My doctor agreed. She suggested that Januvia in the morning and two 500mgs of Glumetza, one at lunch and one at dinner, might be even more effective.

Well, I’ll be darned! It worked. In a day. This morning my fasting blood sugar was 112. I haven’t seen that in over a year! And I feel better, suddenly. My nighttime pain levels were down considerably last night, Indicating what I should have known all along. Sugar hurts. High glucose can cripple you. I’ve got to tell you, I have a high pain threshold, but my pain levels have become unbearable. Last night, I could feel my pain leveling off, at a bearable state, and now I have hope that I may once again be nearly pain free. I hope that for each and every one of you.

Do not give up! You hear me? Fight! Fight this disease. Life is not the enemy! Diabetes is.

With love,
Jaye Lewis
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