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Originally Posted by jillybean7
[color=indigo]It's really very sad. When I was diagnosed with type 2, I dove headfirst into research, and I discovered the wonders on low-carb and high-fat. My mother is also a type 2, and my father is as well, though he is in denial (refuses to admit to being more than "pre-diabetic"). My mother insists she cooks very "healthy" for them. You know, they use WHOLE GRAIN spaghetti, low-sugar oatmeal, corn/peas/carrots quite regularly (obviously excellent choices since they are vegetables), only skim milk, always lowfat mayo, etc.
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My parents were both also T2 (as am I, <sigh>, though neither of my sisters are). My mom never changed the way she cooked for them, carbs all the way, and never really had a chance to try learn any other way, as she developed Alzheimer's at the age of 56. From then on my dad provided meals, but he was not a cook. So it was lots of take-out and things like frozen lasagna, pizza, burgers (with buns and fries). I never went to their house and didn't find boxes of cookies, 2-3 Entenmann's coffee cakes. My dad's usual breakfast was coffee cake and coffee, lunch would be a burger with bun and fries followed by cookies or else a sandwich with deli cold cuts, dinner would be pizza or heated up lasagna followed by ice cream, and possible pie as he often bought pies at the grocery store. Mom had to be hand-fed after a while - and her typical breakfast was eggs, a bowl or two of instant oatmeal, 2-3 slices of toast, and a banana. For lunch she got "Meals on Wheels" which always included potatoes or pasta or rice, a yeast roll or biscuit, and a sugary dessert, and dinner was usually what my dad had with possibly extra helpings of ice cream.
But my dad *did* fill his fridge with fat-free mayo, tubs and tubs and tubs of grotesque fat-free margarines, fat-free half-and-half (a contradiction in terms right there). When I would visit them I would always run to the store on my first visit there and buy some real butter, real cream, etc. And my dad would always berate me for buying such awful fatty stuff and tell me that's why I was "so fat".
Neither of them were ever given any recommendations on how to eat, just more and more meds on tops of meds. My mom was hospitalized at age 77, and her blood sugars were so high that my dad was told she needed to be on insulin and she was sent home the next day with my dad and some insulin and syringe, and he was told to give it to her with NO instructions on how and when to do it whatsoever!
And we are talking about a woman here who was basically in a bedridden vegetative state, had been unable to walk for over 8 years, had not been able to talk for 10 years, not been able to recognize a soul - yet here they are trying to continue to prolong her life and give her insulin as she continued to be fed the above diet. She died a week later. My younger sister is convinced that she probably died of an insulin overdose because my dad had been given no instructions, and wasn't sure what he was supposed to be doing, and was trying to get help from the daily aide who came in to bathe and feed my mom - and she thinks that between them they gave her a double dose. Did they? We'll never know now.
And my dad died five years later, shortly before his 82nd birthday, still eating as above right up to the very last day of his life. The thing is, though, that even if they had gone to a diabetes educator who told them to follow a strict low carb diet I can give you an absolute 100% gurantee right now that they would never ever have done it. They just loved all their carby stuff way too much.