Archive for January, 2008

“Slin”-Coming To A Town Near You.

Today, I transformed myself from Mum and Carer into Supersleuth extraordinare.

I am not easily shocked, but I have to admit, when I found out about some disturbing information from two very reliable sources, I decided to check it out before I drew any conclusions.

My findings have left me utterly disgusted.

Let me explain….

I have a great friend who works in Emergency/Triage at a hospital. He deals with pretty much everything from kids with high fevers to victims of horrible road accidents. I guess he’s pretty unshockable, too.

We caught up over New Year for a chat, and he started to tell me something, and then quickly withdrew the comment telling me that I didn’t want to know. I could tell by his body language that it was something that he had regretted starting to say.  Now, when someone does the old “Oh, never mind,” or “It doesn’t matter,” my curiosity (which is very active anyway) gets the better of me,  I beg, plead and grovel until I get my way.  Sometimes, it really doesn’t matter. or I shouldn’t have minded. However, my mate couldn’t look at me and his face and ears had turned a brilliant shade of scarlet.

I pestered and reasoned with him for about 10 minutes until he finally relented.

“Oh…this guy was rushed into emergency unconscious, and it turned out that his blood sugar was really low. We just gave him some glucagon and a sweet drink and then the registrar came to visit and inspect what was going on. This guy was absolutely huge,not overweight, but as strong as a tiger,he could have flattened me in one swipe. The muscles..even at the gym I’ve never seen anything like these muscles.”

I was impressed that a young guy with Type 1 Diabetes was apparently setting out to obtain a impressive physique. But there was more…

“Anyway, he was in a real hurry to discharge himself, and the doctor said that he wanted to keep his eye on him for a few hours and wait until he had eaten something substantial. The doc left the room, and I started getting his medication details. I asked him how long he had been diagnosed for, to which he replied, “Four years.” Then I asked him what insulins he was taking, and he said the name of a rapid, to which I replied “and?” You have no idea how much he was squirming at this point. He then said in hushed tones,

‘I don’t have betes okay? I just use a bit of slin from time to time when I’ve got a comp on. Can I go now?’ 

“So it turns out that this guy is a professional body builder, and he injects fast acting insulin, and then crams himself like crazy with Mars Bars and sweets and as many carbs as he can. He has little bursts of insulin on a regular basis, and because it’s totally undetectable in a urine sample, it’s considered “the ‘perfect’ performance enhancing drug.”

I was actually shocked.

This is the theory responsible for how insulin has become the favourite underground performance enhancer.

  • Insulin is used in bodybuilding to increase the bulk of muscles. Regular injections of short-acting insulin are combined with a high carbohydrate diet and this has two helpful effects.
  • Firstly, the insulin works in the same way as it does in endurance athletes – increasing the volume of glycogen and leading to an increase in muscle bulk.
  • The second effect is that it prevents the breakdown of muscle protein. This means more muscle is made than destroyed, thereby increasing the size of muscles.

My mate felt dreadful that he had told me, considering that insulin is 100% responsible for keeping Lance alive. I felt angry that such expensive treatment that is so heavily subsidised and accepted by the Australian Government as essential for the wellbeing an longevity of people with Type 1 Diabetes, is being used as the ‘perfect’ performance enhancer in the bodybuilding circuits.

Of 420 bodybuilders at one gym, each was asked if they were using insulin alone or with steroids. 10% admitted that they were.

The tragic irony amongst this incredibly dangerous practice, is that these muscle junkies, desperate to attain the uber body, are often diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes later in life as a result of regular use, because the body’s own insulin production falters.

The risks associated with self-administering insulin is so frightening; most people have no idea how much to use, often resulting in hypoglycaemic symptoms, and as a result are often too confused and disorientated to pick up the phone and call an ambulance. There have been reports of bodybuilders all over the world being rushed to hospital suffering from classic hypo symptoms and unconciousness as a result of low blood sugar. However, as the insulin they favour is rapid acting, they recover very quickly. Even a person with Diabetes who has to self administer insulin, or requires a parent to give the correct amount are dealing with a very dangerous drug.  The high risk of unconsciousness, coma or death are all very real, and are now taken with a grain of salt. Even though insulin in itself is not an addictive medication, the routine of injecting, muscles growing stronger, bigger and harder, and the obvious increase in endurance are all enough to classify insulin abuse as a pyschological dependency.

But wait! There’s more..

A female friend of mine is having physio on her knee after a netball injury. She has Type 1 Diabetes, and whilst waiting for an appointment, she couldn’t help but notice a chunky, well built guy take a seat. The sleeves of his t shirt were cutting into the muscles bulging out of his arms. She had a 45 minute wait, so she decided to perform a fingerprick on herself. She grabbed a muesli bar from her backpack, as her reading was 5.6mmol/L-an excellent result, but one that would definitely result in a hypo if she had to wait and then endure a taxing session with the physio.

Suddenly, she looked up and saw the musclechunk sitting right beside her. He was engaging in general chit-chat, asked her where her pain was, how she hurt herself, how she copes with sport and Type 1 Diabetes. My friend is a beautiful, innocent, sweet-hearted little kitten; she had no idea that any moment she was going to be hit on. Or should I say, hit up.

By the time she went into her appointment, Boofhead had conned her into giving him two vials of rapid acting insulin that she always keeps with her in her hypobag. “Apparently”, some “creep” had gone through his bag at the pool and stolen his medication kit which contained his imaginary insulin equipment for his imaginary Type 1 Diabetes. He was even brazen enough to say that it was probably a “junkie” looking for something a little bit harder than insulin, and how disappointed they would be. He pulled the “Oh, I’m gonna be crook tonight, my levels will be through the roof” routine on her. She was a sucker for a cute boy in distress, but she grew suspicious when he rushed off after he had persuaded, charmed and conquered. He used the excuse that he had a friend to pick up from the bus station and how they would be waiting. She decided to ask the receptionist whose appointment was first, hers or his; the receptionist replied, “Oh! I thought he was with you! He’s not a patient here..”

My friend quickly contacted me when she arrived home,  audibly upset, and generally feeling violated that she had been played for a fool. We decided whether we should contact the police and report that there was a sheister targetting people with Type 1 Diabetes. She decided against it, as she felt that she had willingly given it to him. Despite my frustration, I respected her decision.

So, today, I decided to find out if there is a significant silent problem in the area. Afterall, Lance has Type 1 Diabetes, and I am responsible for his insulin.

I headed for the Needle Exchange at the hospital. The girl behind the perspex barrier with pea sized circles to project our voices through asked me “what I was after.” As it is a completely confidential program, I knew that I wouldn’t be getting any information from the staff about bodybuilders injecting insulin. Feeling my face turn hot and red, I asked for needles suitable for injecting insulin. (I felt quite the fool, knowing that Lance had used these very syringes when he was diagnosed.)

“Are you a diabetic?” she queried.

“Oh no, no..”I stuttered. (Hopeless Liar!!) I need them for.. other purposes.”

“Okay, how many were you after?”

“Um..just two?” I replied, not wanting to appear too obvious or like I was a runner for my non-existent beefcake boyfriend.

“Okay..just a few questions..how often do you use?”

She asked me like she wanted to know if I wanted Coke or Diet Coke.

I replied, “Oh, they are actually not for me. My partner has a competition coming up, and he wants to get just a bit bigger so he can perform to his best, you know?”

“Oh okay..well, how often would you say he uses?”

“Umm, up to 4 times a day?”

“Hmm. You’re going to need more than 2 needles in that case. I’ll give you a pack of 20 then.” she said, totally deadpan.

“Oh..okay. So, what do people usually ask for when they come here for needles? I mean for, you know, insulin, for..non-diabetics.”

“The maximum we give out is 2 packs of 20, and then we give 10ml barrels with different sized guages for the steroids.You can add the insulin in with the steroid and avoid having two injections.”

She said it. She actually made reference to insulin being used in an illicit nature. 

 She had fallen into my trap without any danger or suspecting that I was looking for information. I was feeling really uncomfortable however, as other clients had started to line up. They seemed edgy, shuffling their feet, watching the seconds tick by on their watches.  I could sense their urgency.

I wanted out.

“So just the 10mls then? I’ll give you a pack of 10, see how you go.”

“Yeah, that’ll be fine. Just those, please.”

“Oh and before you go, okay, I have to tell everybody this, if your boyfriend appears tired or irrational or unable to stand after he injects, he will need to be brought straight to the hospital. You can ask your doctor for a Glucagon Kit, which will reverse the side effects. But, yeah. Just be careful with the insulin, okay?”

“Yep, no problem. Thanks.”

She handed my a pile of brochures on safe sex, Hepatitis C, Sexually Transmitted Diseases, a pack of condoms and some lubricant and a fridge magnet with their hours of business printed on it.

In the other hand was a brown paper bag with the contraband.

(I had to work at a Needle Exchange whilst studying a Counselling Unit in Psychology. I knew from my time there that even if you personally find giving needles for shooting up drugs morally deplorable, the main objective is to promote safe usage of needles, and to reduce the harm factor. Clean, unused and plentiful needles and sharps containers that are free and easily obtained lessens the chance of users sharing needles and equipment, therefore reducing the chances of contracting or spreading blood borne diseases such as Hepatitis C and HIV.)

My next mission was to a gym, it has a reputation for body sculpting and personal trainers that work you hard for optimum results. I went in and approached the counter, asked questions about membership, and the possibility of hiring a personal trainer. Whilst I was filling out the forms, an impressive looking guy emerged from a door behind the counter. He sat down beside me, and read my nome de plume off the form.

“Christine! Great to meet you! You’re thinking of getting a personal trainer for the New Year huh?” he asked enthusiastically. 

“Well, I want to ask some questions first. So maybe you can help me?” I flashed my widest and most enticing smile.

“Oh sure, sure, sure. I’m your man. What areas of your body did you want to concentrate on?” he asked, whilst maintaining strict eye contact with me.

“Umm..probably just general toning up, I’m pretty happy being me actually. You see, since my son was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes, I don’t have time for luxuries such as the gym anymore. But I think he’s old enough now that he could come to the creche and wait until I had finished my session.”

“Oh, poor little guy! So, does that mean he’s on insulin?” he asked.

“Oh yeah. Never leave home without it.” I smiled.

“Well, no dramas there. You are welcome to keep some stock for emergencies marked with his name on it in our staff room fridge. That’s what we do for our other diabetics.”Hmmm, interesting…

“Wow! You mean you have other people who leave their insulin here? That’s such a sensible idea!” I exclaimed, I was waiting for the chance to nab him whilst he was vulnerable..

“Yes, well we think so. So, you’d need to bring glucagon along as well, wouldn’t ya? I mean, it’s risky for any diabetic not to have a box of that in the fridge,” I was so close, but I just didn’t know how to sew up the conversation…

“Well no, I wouldn’t leave that in the fridge, I actually keep that very close to me at all times.”I assured him firmly.

“Oh, actually, you will get the best possible results if you keep it refrigerated you know..one of those along with his insulins would certainly keep your mind at ease.” he smiled.

“Hm. Yeah.” (So nervous at this point.) “Um..actually, is it true that you guys have had Australian Champions in body building that have trained at this gym?” I asked with mock interest.

He proudly pointed to a cabinet full of trophies.
“We have done really, really well, Christine. We’ve exceded our expectations in all areas of the centre. I’m sure you will have a very positive experience with us.” he smiled warmly. OK..do it now…

“Well, that’s probably true, but my biggest concern is why you want me to have my son’s insulin here so badly, I am fully aware of insulin abuse and I know that our city is not immune from it. Stealing insulin from a person with Diabetes is so unbelievably serious, you know that don’t you? I mean, it’s an offence that you could easily be charged for, and possibly even face jail time over.”

His obvious fake-tanned face turned red, his enthusiasm was replaced with a snipey, punctuated hate speech.

“How DARE you come IN here ACCUSING ME of running MY establishment…hang on, are you a COP? I’m NOT saying anything else until I get MY lawyer on the phone. You’re a F*****G EVIL  W***E, B***H!”

“Oh, thanks so much for that. That pretty much answers all of my questions. It’s amazing how you can dob yourself in without even realising it. Here’s your form and pen, and thank you so much for your time.”

I got out of the building without him saying another word.

I thought that I might actually vomit as I crossed the road. Admittedly, I was shaken after being sworn at by someone who obviously had a truly nasty streak, but also that the time has come where my child’s insulin is now considered valuable on the black market.

At this point, I just had to get today off my chest,  as I am considering what to do next. I know I was playing with fire, but I just needed to know

 It will be interesting to watch World Records being broken in China at the Olympic Games later this year.

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I Love Australia!

 

It was Australia Day yesterday.

We had a celebration with all of my family.

We have a public holiday tomorrow to celebrate being Australians.

Captain Cook discovered our country in 1788.

I’m really proud that I’m an Aussie. We have lots of people who are great at sport, amazing at making movies and terrific singers and musicians. 

Aussies are pretty famous for making people laugh. (Australian people who are funny are often called larrikins. My favourite larrikin was Steve Irwin.)

We also have some really smart scientists and doctors who are looking really hard for our cure. I have spoken to some scientists who said that even when I’m asleep in bed they are working and testing and doing everything they can to find a cure for me. I really believe in them. 🙂

Happy Australia Day everyone!!!

Australians all let us ring Joyce….

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Warning:Pancreas’s Are NOT Pretty!

My Mum and I have been looking at pictures of the human organs.

We found a picture of a heart, and kidneys, and then we came across a Pancreas.

Ew.

Did you know that your pancreas is a grey but mostly yellow organ?

(The heart was a nice pink colour, and actually looked like a heart..well, sort of.)

Look at this picture.

Ready?

Normal Pancreas

I can’t believe that this is a pancreas! The cause of my problems looks like this!

It just looks like a gross yellow Capital L.

 

 

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Australian Film Makes A Whole Lot Of “Noise” About Type 1 Diabetes.

I watch a lot of films. I’m more of an independent-film -made-on-a-shoestring-budget lover, rather than Hollywood blockbusters and billion dollar box offices.

Once in a blue moon I come across something very close to home in a film.

A character portraying a Type 1 Diabetic.

Of course we have the likes of Steel Magnolias, Derailed, Memento and Panic Room-all great films in their own rights, each giving the viewer a sneak peak into the life of a person with Diabetes, how it affects the family, and the high stress levels and devastation trail it leaves behind.

You can imagine my surprise and intrigue when I found a very realistic Diabetes theme in a highly acclaimed, Australian recent release called Noise.

Noise-An Australian film that features a prominent diabetic character

Released last year in cinemas Australia wide, I put it on my “Wait until it comes to DVD list.” On Friday, I was so ecstatic that there, in my beloved arthouse DVD store, sat one lone copy of “Noise,” that was clearly meant for me.

Having an MA rating, with plenty of obsenities and violence, I was stinging for Lance to go to sleep last night. Thankfully, he was pretty compliant, and went off to “Yugi-oh Dreamland” quite easily. He was 9.1mmol/L, so I felt comfortable to hike up the volume and relax.

I don’t want to give away the plot for those who are interested enough to watch it, but briefly, Noise is set in Melbourne and deals with several confronting issues, including a chilling shooting that leaves one teenage girl the sole witness.

Whilst she was being interrogated by a female Detective, the girl suddenly asks for her
“pink bag.” The cop kindly obliges and sets off on a mission to retrieve it. Upon returning, she finds the girl slumped over on a bench, eyes rolled back in her head and barely conscious.

The Detective starts manically rummaging through her bag, when an all too familiar orange box shows itself.
 

“Oh f**k, she’s a diabetic, somebody get an ambulance!”

Wow. I was so shocked to see a glucagon kit fall out!(I felt slightly macabre rewinding for another viewing, but I couldn’t believe that a scene in a film actually moved me enough to go and observe my sleeping son; I even resorted to  checking his blood sugar level.) That orange box is so significant to me; it has saved my son’s life dozens of times and here was a replica of a severe hypoglycaemic episode, and the medication that reverses the effects of critical low blood sugar being depicted in an Australian film.

The next scene shows the girl sitting up and lucid on a stretcher, sipping a drink and being monitored by the ambos. Swap the teenage girl for my own son, and we have the exact same scenario, too many times to count.

Later in the film, the girl is alone, walking, and senses that she is being followed. She instinctively rummages through her bag and opens a glucagon kit, ready to use the syringe as a defense tool. (My mind wandered…what would happen to a person without Diabetes who was given a blast of Glucagon? I assumed that they would be suffering from almost instant vomiting, mind numbing headache, and raised blood sugar levels that would leave them feeling extremely ill. They would surely need to be hospitalized, and put on a drip with added insulin? (I will do some detective work and see if such an incident has ever occurred.)

I felt really proud that the people all over Australia, who watched this film either at the cimema or on DVD, would have seen the kit fall out of her bag, and have the Police immediately connect it with a Diabetes emergency that was serious enough to require emergency treatment from the ambulance. Stranger things have happened…Someone’s life could be saved if a kind soul passing was willing enough to intervene and associated the orange box with Diabetes from a “movie” they had seen.

The scenes concerning severe hypoglycaemia were portrayed with perfect accuracy and I really commend the Director, Matthew Saville for choosing to use the female lead character as a “normal,” beautiful, employed, everyday girl, whose Diabetes was only disclosed after her “episode”. He really did his homework in regards to what really happens-people need to see that a person with Type 1 Diabetes will not always recover from a handful of jellybeans. It was such a relief that the dreaded, expected stereotype of a “Diabetic” was nowhere in sight.

This film is available on DVD internationally.

NB: A valued reader informed me that “Noise” is not out in the States yet. 😦 Thanks, Chris!)

*Noise does contain some scenes that would be identified and shamefully recognised by most Australian viewers after  events that occurred a few years ago. I apologize on behalf of the repugnant racial attacks by Australians against other Australians that happen to have European background. These people add to the diversity and multicultural reputation that Australia is proudly reknowned for.

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In Honour Of Heath Ledger 1979-2008

23-1-08

 

Urban Cowboy

Heath Ledger

My favourite Australian Actor.

Too devastated for words.

 

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What is Coeliac Disease And What Are The Symptoms To Look Out For?

Coeliac Disease is a condition where the lining of the small intestine is damaged or scarred due to a sensitivity to gluten, a protein found in many foods.

Being an auto-immune condition, it is often diagnosed in people who have Type 1 Diabetes. In general, an estimated 1% of of people are affected, in comparison to 10% of  the Type 1 community.

People with undiagnosed Coeliac Disease are unknowingly damaging their intestinal wall each time they consume food with gluten as an ingredient. It makes it very difficult to absorb nutrients from food, leading to deficiencies that are required for growth, wellbeing, and healing. An undiagnosed child can have issures with growth and development, and like all good auto-immune diseases, has several long term complications if not diagnosed and treated. Osteoporosis is usually on top of the ladder, along with infertility, miscarriage, tooth decay and increased risk of intestinal cancers.

The symptoms of Coeliac Disease are extreme and very uncomfortable, therefore making it relatively easy to diagnose in children.

Fortunately, any children who are diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes are automatically screened for Coeliac Disease. Annual blood tests can also show any abnormalities that can alert your doctor to investigate further.

The most common symptoms include:

  • fatigue, lack of energy and lethargy
  • low iron levels
  • unusual or excessive wind or burping
  • feeling full after only a small amount of food
  • bloating or stomach distention
  • stomach cramps
  • a noted change in stools, ie. diarrhoea that is frequent and with a foul smelling odour
  • constipation
  • weight loss
  • poor weight gain or delayed growth
  • delayed puberty

Some less common symptoms in adults include:

  • easy bruising of the skin
  • mouth ulcers
  • infertility and miscarriages
  • muscle spasms/cramps
  • dental problems
  • poor memory/concentration
  • irritability
  • join and bone aches and pains

If you have diabetes,  you may also hae unexplained high and low blood sugar levels, and find it difficult to have good control of your glucose levels.

If there are any symptoms listed that have suddenly set off alarm bells or light bulbs, mention them to your doctor. There is no need for you to suffer, and you can easily reduce your discomfort. Read on!

Coeliac Disease doesn’t go away. (If you already have Type 1 Diabetes, this part of the diagnosis won’t be so tough to accept.) However,when you remove gluten from your diet, the wall of the intestine heals, and nutrients can once again be absorbed, the uncomfortable symptoms will improve out of sight and you will generally feel much better.

But…

Type 1 Diabetes and Coeliac Disease creates a huge problem for young children, as they often can no longer eat their favourite foods; including foods that were beneficial for keeping blood sugar levels steady. Any food or drink products containing gluten must be eliminated from the diet to achieve relief and regain good health.

However…

In recent years, almost all supermarkets and certainly health food shops now stock a broad range of Gluten Free Products. There is no reason for your child to miss out on the occasional slice of cake or even daily toast or sandwiches. A diet rich in fruit, vegetables and grains will help balance out the often high fat and sugar content in Gluten Free Products.

So, who can help and set you on the right track?

JDRF Australia have lots of reading material about how to intergrate Coeliac Disease and Type 1 Diabetes,  as well some fabulous recipe books. My personal favourite is Great Food, Gluten Free, by Sheila Adsett. It is available from the JDRF website, or the Coeliac Society of Australia. Sheila has had years of experience in creating child friendly recipes; she has two beautiful, healthy daughters who both have Type 1 Diabetes and Coeliac Disease.

The incidence of Coeliac Disease has become so prevalent that many cafes and restaurants now have one or a  few Gluten free items on the menu. Many modern recipe books will have a section with several delicious, gluten free recipes.

A dietician will be a great help when you are first diagnosed. They can help work out what foods work best for you as an individual, and not as a statistic.

Type 1 Diabetes and Coeliac Disease is a double whammy, I admit, and sometimes it can be very frustrating having to find special ingredients, and phasing out those that have been life long favourites. If your child is very intuitive, they will soon let you know that biscuits made on cornflour taste different (but not unpleasant) than those made on wheat flour. However, they will soon notice that the cramping and sudden rushes to the toilet will have stopped, so eventually, things do fall into place. The most dramatic change that I have noticed since Lance’s diagnosis is that he no longer has irritable, moody periods during the day. He is always bright, happy and brimming over with energy.

For more information, support and membership, contact the Coeliac Society Of Australia.

 

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Project365:Australia-Day 37: A Bloody Ending To A Colgate-Fresh Beginning.

Lance is recovering well from his first experience with blood, pain, medication and an invasive procedure.

He has had seven injections of insulin today, as his blood sugar is everywhere between the middle of the “normal” range, to 18mmol/L. This is only because he is required to have a diet of soft food only, which basically consists of jelly. mashed potatoes, yogurt, custard and smoothies-all High GI foods with plenty of carbs. At 2 am will be his 15th fingerprick in 18 hours.

He is taking a liquid antibiotic four times a day to give him a headstart with the healing process, and to fight off the threat of infection, which is a great worry as far as Diabetes is concerned. He has been very brave today and rejected pain relief, opting to tough it out instead.

He has begun iodine rinses, they taste absolutely putrid, but he is happy to swish and swirl it around his mouth, with the knowledge that it is going to help heal and get him back to real food quickly.

There was still some post-operative blood-stained drool on his pillow this morning, but the blood clots have formed very well.

Overall, he has had a positive experience from what so many people all over the world fear and dread-teeth extraction.

Even though the worst is over, a lot of care and attention is required at this point to assure that everything is progressing as it should. Diabetes often interferes with this process.

In this photo (1of 2,) are the remnants of Lance’s teeth, that were rotting, aesthetically displeasing to look at, and certainly painful-directly caused by Diabetes-related gum infections and absesses over the past 5 years.

These horrid fossil like objects are actually my son’s teeth-the black areas are from nerve damage, a direct result from Diabetes-related infections.

These were the teeth that suffered nerve damage, causing the ends to turn black. The blood drenched gauze beside them were a few of many that were used to apply pressure to halt the bleeding.

In this photo (2 of 2,) is the assortment of medications that have been required to ensure that Lance’s Diabetes does not interfere with the healing process, or that infection does not interfere with blood sugar levels. Hyperglycaemia is notorious for causing any injury or post-operative wound to heal slowly, and also heartily invites infection.

Paracetemol, Antibiotics, Iodine Solution, and of course, carefully measured amounts of insulin-all essential for a speedy recovery.

Lance will now have to have 3 monthly dental checks to ensure that there are no further gum problems, or issues with  tany other of his teeth. Fortunately, he has a second chance, as his adult teeth ( he has 6) are all in perfect condtion. 🙂

Diabetes can cause devastation to many parts of the body. After his 5 year checkup, I consider myself lucky that there was nothing more urgent that needed immediate attention.

If my son was not fortunate enough to be in the situation where he had the best care possible and the problem addressed immediately, he would have had no choice but to be placed on the Queensland Health Oral Health Waiting List; currently, it takes two years for a child to get an appointment. ALL children, but especially those with medical conditions such as Type 1 Diabetes, need to have 2 dental checks a year, to avoid problems with their teeth in the future. Our Health Department needs to step in and take control of a problem that concerns all children, even those WITHOUT Diabetes. It is appalling what can happen to baby teeth that are neglected. The worst scenario in this particular situation is that Lance could have developed an absess on one of the extracted teeth, which easily could have turned into fatal blood poisoning.

Insulin is not a cure.

 

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