Diabetes
Eric has been diagnosed with Type II Diabetes. We found out yesterday and when I woke up this morning, I was hoping it was just a bad dream, but it wasn't.
I feel so numb and completely in shock. We've suspected for awhile but when the news came, it still hit me like a tonne of bricks. I don't even know how to react. I feel scared shitless, and so angry. I didn't expect to find out about health issues until we're like 50.
He doesn't want to tell anybody but I feel his parents should know. His dad is apparently a Diabetic too (I say apparently, because Eric doesn't know for sure. *shrug* Weird family), but I don't see any healthy food on the table at dinner. His dad cooks dinner every evening, and the food are always salty, fried, oily, fatty etc. AND HE USES MSG IN HIS COOKING! Who the fuck uses MSG in home cooking, seriously?! If they do, they are obviously ignorant or they do not care about the health of their family. It's a stupid, retarded thing to do.
I don't blame him for not wanting to tell his mum because she's... well, you know. But things definitely have to change! I refuse to have him eat that crap that his dad cooks any longer. If his dad doesn't care about his own diabetes, then that's his problem. But I do now want Eric eating like that anymore, and I do not want to fill my body with that kind of food either.
His blood test results aren't back yet so we do not know if he needs to be on insulin. Last night, we were lying next to each other in the dark, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars stuck all over our bedroom ceiling, and I clutched his fingers tightly in mine. I told him that things have to change. He has to tell his parents, so that the meals will be suitable for him. I said that the first thing that has to go is the MSG. If his parents can't make the changes needed, I will be personally responsible for his food. I will cook our dinner when I get home from work, and when I'm with him, I will stop eating all the things he can't eat. I can always satisfy my cravings when I'm eating out with my colleagues or friends.
I feel pretty overwhelmed. The doctor didn't say much and that tiny pamphlet they gave us on Diabetes was pretty pathetic. He was very quiet last night, I guess he's still digesting it himself. I did sob for a bit when I found out, but I'm trying to be strong so that I can be a good support system for him. Because he's pretty scared too, I can't crumble into a mess, otherwise he'd have nobody to lean on.
I'm pretty terrified, it's like a big unknown, and my mind keeps picturing people with their toes/feet/legs amputated...
I feel so numb and completely in shock. We've suspected for awhile but when the news came, it still hit me like a tonne of bricks. I don't even know how to react. I feel scared shitless, and so angry. I didn't expect to find out about health issues until we're like 50.
He doesn't want to tell anybody but I feel his parents should know. His dad is apparently a Diabetic too (I say apparently, because Eric doesn't know for sure. *shrug* Weird family), but I don't see any healthy food on the table at dinner. His dad cooks dinner every evening, and the food are always salty, fried, oily, fatty etc. AND HE USES MSG IN HIS COOKING! Who the fuck uses MSG in home cooking, seriously?! If they do, they are obviously ignorant or they do not care about the health of their family. It's a stupid, retarded thing to do.
I don't blame him for not wanting to tell his mum because she's... well, you know. But things definitely have to change! I refuse to have him eat that crap that his dad cooks any longer. If his dad doesn't care about his own diabetes, then that's his problem. But I do now want Eric eating like that anymore, and I do not want to fill my body with that kind of food either.
His blood test results aren't back yet so we do not know if he needs to be on insulin. Last night, we were lying next to each other in the dark, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars stuck all over our bedroom ceiling, and I clutched his fingers tightly in mine. I told him that things have to change. He has to tell his parents, so that the meals will be suitable for him. I said that the first thing that has to go is the MSG. If his parents can't make the changes needed, I will be personally responsible for his food. I will cook our dinner when I get home from work, and when I'm with him, I will stop eating all the things he can't eat. I can always satisfy my cravings when I'm eating out with my colleagues or friends.
I feel pretty overwhelmed. The doctor didn't say much and that tiny pamphlet they gave us on Diabetes was pretty pathetic. He was very quiet last night, I guess he's still digesting it himself. I did sob for a bit when I found out, but I'm trying to be strong so that I can be a good support system for him. Because he's pretty scared too, I can't crumble into a mess, otherwise he'd have nobody to lean on.
I'm pretty terrified, it's like a big unknown, and my mind keeps picturing people with their toes/feet/legs amputated...