When my parents were up last Friday/Saturday, Mom told me that she was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes.
My mom! 
I know it’s not a death sentence or anything, but it’s hard to see the one person who you could count on for anything, was a pillar of strength and devotion to me at my lowest points and my greatest champion at my highest being sick. Outwardly, she looks fine and she’s in good spirits about it – but she’s sick. It’s making me face once again the fact that my parents are getting older and that someday they’re not going to be around. The first real time was when Dad was in the hospital with chest pains and had three stents put into the arteries of his heart in February 2004.
I dread the day when I have to face that.
So on my lunch break, I’m going to Borders to buy my ticket to the Basilica Block Party (today’s the last day for reduced ticket prices) and look for a book that will help Mom change her diet and help keep her healthy.
I had such fun taking them to the Gasthof last Friday night. They love to go polka dancing – and they had a lot of fun dancing there. I told them they can come up anytime and stay with me if they want to go dancing.
Gotta spend time with them now while they’re around and not regret it when they’re not.
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Work has been mercifully slow the past two days. Which is just fine by me.
However, it does make the day drag on and on and on and on! Ugh! I did drive to the park and ride this morning, so I could take any 760 bus this afternoon rather than wait for the specific 760E. I may just have to bug out 15 min earlier than normal.
I have plans to watch soccer at Brits tonight with a bunch of friends – but they won’t be there until after 6:30 or later and there was no way I was just going to hang out downtown by myself until then – so I’m going to go home, eat, change and drive down and hopefully find street parking somewhere. With Pride going on this weekend, that may be a sketchy proposal. There’s a small part of me that really wants to be anti-social tonight, but I’m trying to crush it. 
Anyhoo…have a good weekend!
June 23, 2006 at 3:50 pm
If your mom decides she wants to start doing the exercise thing and wants a bike, let me know. We can figure something out.
June 23, 2006 at 7:07 pm
My dad has type 2, and for awhile was very good about testing, eating better, etc. Now as far as I can tell, he just ignores it, which makes me soooooo tetchy. He did lose a buttload of weight (on Atkins, fer cryin’ out loud), and exercises regularly, but he’s almost always exercised regularly. Dunno.
It certainly makes me watch my sugar intake, though (one of the reasons Fitday irks me).
June 23, 2006 at 10:37 pm
*hugs* I know exactly what you’re saying. My father has had diabetes for as long as I can remember, but I never really took the time to care about it because he never did. Now, only at 61, he is really starting to show the effects. It’s hard for me to see him sick because he has always been the rock that everyone in the family leans on. Hang in there, everything will be all right.