When my son was first diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes a few people mentioned in passing that it is the ‘thinking man’s disease.’ I wasn’t sure what they meant until I was inundated with blood glucose numbers, insulin dosage amounts, pump basal and bolus rates, insulin to carb ratios, insulin sensitivity ratios and carb amounts in foods. A diagnosis of Type 1 diabetes means a complete submersion into the world of math. Never since my high school Honors Algebra final exam was I so happy that I still understood ratios and fractions. My son’s life depends on my ability to think through all these numbers and my capacity to apply them to his diabetes care.
What I find so ironic about this disease that requires so much intellectual ability, is that when the person with Type 1 diabetes has fluctuations in their blood glucose number, either high or low, they are unable to think clearly. Unable to do the one thing that keeps them healthy…think.
My son is only 6 years old, so he doesn’t make any diabetes related decisions yet. He does however have to make plenty of decisions when it comes to school. He is currently learning how to add double digit numbers and to read. Yes, read. Something that requires tremendous concentration and memory. Most times he handles school and learning like a champ. He is a very bright boy who can articulate well and grasp new concepts quicker than most 6 year olds that I have met. That is until diabetes steps in.
When diabetes rears it’s ugly head and throws a curve ball such as a high or low glucose reading, my son is no longer the self-sufficient learner that he tends to be. When his numbers are too high or too low he cannot think clearly, he cannot make decisions properly, he cannot retain information presented to him. It is the old Maslow’s hierarchy of needs that takes over. When my son’s sugar is rising or dropping he goes into survival mode. His body gets overcome with the symptoms of the high or the low sugar and nothing other than remediation of the situation is of concern.
When my son’s glucose goes to low he gets shaky, dizzy, sees spots, gets weak in the knees and becomes very tired. Learning how to add 16 +30 is the last thing from his mind. He needs to survive the low, treat the symptoms that are making him feel so bad, and knowing that answer is 46 is not going to do anything to help the low.
Same goes for when my son’s sugar is too high. The first time I witnessed this was about 7 months after diagnosis. In the process of picking him up from preschool I asked him to get his paper off the table. All he had to do was identify his name at the top of the paper out of 10 other names on the table. A task that he had successfully completed every day since the first day of preschool. My son looked at me and said, “I can’t find my name, can you do it.”
I knew something was not right. I grabbed the paper and my son and ran to our truck to test his sugar. Lo and behold his glucose reading was about 500. Above 500!!! With a glucose reading that high my son was unable to read his own name. HIS OWN NAME. Now you tell me how he is supposed to learn to comprehend a story about Penguins or Martin Luther King Jr. when he can’t even read his own name when his blood glucose is too high.
Now having diabetes is not an excuse for not learning in school, but it sure doesn’t help the learning process when the diabetes is not playing a fair game. Type 1 diabetes doesn’t care that my son cries when he gets a math problem wrong because his body was feeling right because of a dropping number. Type 1 diabetes doesn’t care that when my son’s sugar is so high all he can think about is how his head feels like it’s splitting in two, and not that penguins can’t fly.
Type 1 diabetes doesn’t care, but I do, and I hope my son knows that.