In my last blog post I told you that I decided to try the Medtronic 670g. Even though being on an insulin pump hadn’t improved my glycemic control in the previous 9 months, I still held out hope for this new pump. My insulin needs didn’t follow a pattern that either I or my doctors could get a handle on, and I was curious whether having the ‘hybrid closed loop system’ take over and make its own decisions minute by minute would do the trick.
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My last post told you about my decision to go on an insulin pump after 13 years as a Type 1 with steadily rising A1Cs, scary low blood sugars, and frustrating highs. My timing couldn’t have been better. The Medtronic 670g – the world’s first FDA approved pump to use information from its continuous glucose monitor to make basal insulin adjustments – was on its way to market.
You’re standing on a winding trail at the precipice of a sheer cliff. The ocean crashes on the rocks below. Sidle up to the cliff and peek over the edge. Certain death. Look behind you, to the edge of a forest in the near distance. Hungry wolves with dripping jaws and glowing eyes wait, and watch.
Take notice of a child waking up in the morning. He or she usually gives a big yawn, rubs the sand out of their eyes and then stretches arms and legs all the way out, top to bottom. They then hop out of bed and rev up the energy of the day. Children capture the essence and importance of the morning stretch. Do you?
Look at what we have today: insulin pumps, CGM's we can read on our smart phones, bionic pancreases, support groups and blogs to name a few. Sure, it has taken years of blood, sweat and research to achieve all this. Odd as it may seem sometimes I ask what is it all for anyway? Is the mission for all the discoveries and technologies to improve the lives of those of us who live with diabetes?
Do you trust me? Do you believe me? What would you say if I told you that after nearly fifty-five years of being a PWD1 and at age sixty-five plus I have become a ballerina?
For over twenty years I ran a small exclusive catering business in New York City. One of my clients was an interior designer who decided to have a series of dinner parties to show off the décor in his new apartment to his top clients. And so, my mission impossible staff and I rallied uptown to carry out the order. To tell the truth the apartment was gorgeous but the kitchen, although sleek and beautiful, was not a cook’s kitchen.