Yesterday the Internet was abuzz with the story of a death of a seven year old boy. It was said that his parents missed testing him that night and when they checked on him the next morning, he had succumbed to "dead in bed". I am positive that the story is not that simple. The outcome however is no less heart breaking. Another life claimed far too soon by a disease that we all hate.
There are many statistics out there. Some say that there will only be 50 deaths each year worldwide because of dead in bed and they will most often occur because of excessive exercise or alcohol consumption. Others say that one in 20 people living with diabetes will die because of dead in bed. No matter what the numbers are we need a cure. No matter what, we cannot ease the pain of the families. My heart goes out to them. I cannot begin to fathom their pain.
In October of 2010 I asked the question, "Is Diabetes more deadly than ever or do we just hear more about it now?" Once again, here is that post....
Yesterday I heard of another child who died because of Type 1 diabetes. She was thirteen years old--the age of my own son. She had Type 1 diabetes--like my son. She had parents who loved her and who were diligent in her diabetes care but she died anyway. That is every parent's greatest fear. She had hopes and dreams. She wanted to die an old woman with a book on her chest...sadly she died before she became old or had any experience as a woman. It is truly heartbreaking.
This is not the first death from diabetes that we have heard of in just this past year. This is not the first time that I have heard of someone so young being taken by this disease. This death led me down a path of contemplation. Why were so many people dying? Was this something new? Did we lose children to this disease before? Had we traded rapid insulin and better technology for a higher chance of death?
Those of us who live with the unwanted house guest called "Diabetes", know that with tight control which promises prolonged health is the risk of severe hypoglycemia and death. Its a risk most of us take with some caution. We try to keep the A1c down. We work to maintain "normal" blood glucose readings at the risk of becoming hypoglycemic unaware. Its a scary balance. Night is our enemy as we fear, as these parents did, of waking up to our children "Dead in Bed".
I put the question out to many parents yesterday--was diabetes more deadly now because of the advances we have or do we hear about death more because of social networking and our reliance on the Internet?
The answers were mixed. Many had a new fear of this age of puberty (the last number of deaths were young teens). Were teens more susceptible because of insulin needs that changed on a daily basis with incredible swings? Did adolescence and its rebellion breed a greater risk of deadly behaviors in children with diabetes?
Others felt that technology was a good thing. We were not seeing as many complications as we once did but they noted that try as we might, we are just not pancreases. We could not do enough to mimic Mother Nature. We were not God and could not anticipate all of the body's needs. Despite our best efforts, some form of complications or worse were likely to happen at one point. That was terrifying.
We have children and we realize a need to protect them. Many are devastated by the diabetes diagnosis because they feel that they have failed to protect their child/children. After diagnosis, the need to protect becomes even stronger because we failed the first time around. Now it becomes our job to keep their bodies healthy and strong. We fight to make sure that they have a normal life--as normal as it is to live with syringes, pumps, glucometers, and glucose tablets with you 24/7. To read of a death just shows us that our best just may not be enough.
Yes, I realize that my choice of pronouns has changed from someone else to me. I have always felt it was my job to protect my children and yet my son almost died because of diabetes and misdiagnosis. It is now my job to turn him over a healthy body when he leaves my care. Its a difficult job especially since he is at an age when he is looking for his own independence. I, like many before me, face the challenge of trying to teach him to care for himself and to be there to pick him up and dust him off when he makes mistakes. Death however makes us want to hold them close forever and never sleep again. We want to be in their lives 24/7 and keep them safe.
So to get back to my original question--has diabetes become more deadly? Probably not but it is still no less scary and no less deadly. Diabetes DOES kill despite those who think otherwise. The fear is real and, while possibly magnified by the Internet, the danger is still present. The answer? We need a cure. Its sadly that simple. Until there is a cure, we will continue to hover and pray. We will lean on each other in a way not available to generations before. We will learn from each other and move forward but we will never forget those that we have lost....