The day we found out Kendall had diabetes was November 5, 2014. She had just turned 12. She had not looked or felt well in a few days, but she had an appointment coming up for her well child check. I was discussing her symptoms at work, and the amounts of water bottles I had found in her room.
One of my co- workers said to me "Mindy, does she have diabetes?"
I immediately said "why would she have diabetes?"
I was lucky, I worked in healthcare and had lab nurses and doctors to walk right up to and ask questions, and a step dad who had type 2 diabetes. Kendall got off the bus that Wednesday after school at my moms. I called my mom and asked her to check Kendall's blood sugar with my step dad's lancet and let me know what it said. She called and hesitated to give me that number, she knew what it meant.
She said " her blood sugar is 498."
I still had no idea the seriousness of that number. I walked to the lab department and asked the tech what she thought of a blood glucose of 498. She looked at me with grave concern and said "who has that number?"
I replied with "my daughter but you see she is not fasting."
One of our Dr's heard that conversation and urged me to get her to the ER immediately. That's our story. I often wonder how many more days would she have been sick at home, literally dying in front of us, if I had not mentioned those symptoms and my co-worker not been knowledgeable and urged me to check on it.