Hi, my name is Max and I have diabetes.
No, that sentence is not a death sentence. It just means some
extra work for my Mom,
but she says I’m worth it! However, I guess I should start at
Mom (Nan) and her niece came by the Humane Society in October of 1988.
They were trying to find two additions to Nan’s family.
Luckily, after Mom picked out my sis Sheba, I “persuaded” her to take
me home also.
So off she went with her two 8 week old babies.
I became a big 18-1/2 pound adult (hey, I have BIG bones!)
Anyway, when I was about 9-1/2 years old (in February of 1988) I started
Mom thought it was just ‘cause I was getting older.
She also thought it was good that I was drinking a lot and peeing a
lot ‘cause it meant t
hat I didn’t have any urinary tract crystals forming. Little
did she realize that I had all the symptoms
of diabetes. Well, one day she picked me up (not something that
I like, so she doesn’t do it often).
She made a gasp when she did and I knew she thought something was wrong.
We made a
visit to the vet who said I looked really healthy. Mom insisted
they weigh me and when they did
they found out I was only 9 pounds. Both the vet and Mom looked
really worried. The vet said I had
to come back for blood work ‘cause I might have Feline Aids or Leukemia
neither of which sounded good to me!!
Well, they did blood work (not one of my favorite things) and the results
My blood sugar level was 574. The vet had to show Mom how to
give me shots and she cried a lot.
I was on Humulin 70/30 when we started out. We started out on
2 units 2x a day and
eventually went all the way up to 13 units 2x a day.
I stayed on it up until this last spring when Mom took me to a new vet
both eastern and western medicine. The new vets (who are really
nice) did a thing called a curve
on me and found out that it wasn’t working that well. We switched
to PZI and it has been
doing a good job. I’m currently on 6 units 2x a day and feeling
pretty chipper. I have to
admit that we've been pretty lucky. I've only had one hypo episode
and that was
due to anesthesia after having my teeth cleaned.
So, like I said at the beginning – it’s not a death sentence, it just
changes your life a bit
(like no more French fries or popcorn). I know there is a lot
of support out there
because Mom is always talking about her on-line friends/family and
I thank you!
Max (dc dx 2/98)
Here are pictures of my family
Nan (our Mom)