It’s been just a little over two years since I made a post about discovering my diabetic condition. I haven’t said anything about it since. Not that there’s much to tell; I can sum it up pretty quickly. I started taking medication and then determined the medication sucked and was reducing my quality of life, so I stopped. So yeah, I’m an uncontrolled diabetic. And yeah, I know I’m going to die from it.
So, two years in, where do I stand? Well, I’ve got my will done and notarized, I got my beneficiaries in order, and I’m still enjoying life. I still contribute to my retirement accounts because you never know how long this will be. Will it be more than 20 years? Doubtful.
On the other side, actually within maybe the last month, I’ve gotten the expected peripheral neuro-blah-blah issues in the feet, where the diabetes starts destroying the nerves at the extremities of the body. So I have tingling and pins and needles in my feet and toes now. Doesn’t stop me from walking, though.
I’m sure there’s a lot of people with a lot of opinions about a person who is choosing an option to not take care of themselves. But there’s one primary argument I have in my defense. There is no guarantee that my life on medication is going to be better over a long period of time vs living a shorter life in the way that I want. I spent less than a month on medication and from the side effects, I thought if I had to do this for the rest of my life, I’d be miserable all the time. It wasn’t worth it. Also, I think of all the people in the world who may just not know their condition. Not knowing has the same end result as knowing and choosing not to treat it. Finally, if you’ve read this blog for any period of time, I’m not exactly the one to promote longevity of life. There’s a whole lot of other people in the world and if I think I somehow deserve to live longer than any of them or that my extension of life is going to make a significant impact in the world, that’s just hubris.
Life goes on.
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