So... It took me a while to find my blog. Everytime I tried to search, it would just show me the GA New Blog because of all of the entries I've made there. But eventually - YAY - found it again.

Ya, blogging. I'm not good at it. I love FaceBook because I can do quick updates or thoughts on things, but kvetching about my health - heh, an actual blog seems better.

So - nothing as horrible as my last health problem but - meh...

Started a couple of weeks ago. As part of the follow up to the lymphoma, I see my oncologist every six months for a check-up. At the last one, he thought my blood sugar was a little high, but the lab hadn't been a fasting one so he wanted me to fast for this one. On Mon the 21st, I went in after 13 hour fasting and had my blood drawn - then I'd see him the following Tuesday for results.

I also had a PET scan scheduled on Thursday the 24th. PET scans also need 12 hour fasting so I didn't have anything after 9PM on Wed. Then Thurs, one problem after another and instead of getting in to the tech at 9AM, I wasn't seen until 11:30. With a PET scan, they put radioactive sugar in your blood then you have to just rest for 30-45 minutes. Then you go in to a big machine like a CT, and it scans for the sugar in chest/abdomen. Cancer cells draw in the sugar more, so they light up the screen on the scan.

Of course, before they put in the radioactive sugar, they test your blood to make sure your sugar count is low enough. 100-120 is normal, 140 is iffy, 200 is no way. Mine - um... 210.

Ya... so it's finally happening :-( See, both my parents had diabetes so it was just a matter of when. Though, you'd think that if you get to 45 without it happening, you might be home free? Or is that just tag.

So first thing I did was to call my oncologist's office to see if they had the monday lab results and if they were similar. Oh ya - monday it was 250. So made an appointment to see my primary care for a diabetes consultation and was able to see her the next morning.

I came in to the office, and someone had gone to a European bakery and brought back great danishes. I figure it would be my last chance - so I had one. I thought most of the analysis would be based on the labs my oncologist did, as they had faxed them over to the primary care. Nope - they took my blood sugar when I got there and oh my - 363 (translation - NOT good). To say my doctor was upset would... um, be putting it mildly?