“You have an interesting constellation of symptoms.”
I think I will remember those words spoken by my endocrinologist forever.
I was so relieved to hear that I was going to be investigated. I was hopeful that perhaps there was a root cause to my reactive hypoglycemia that could be cured. Perhaps my adrenals had given up on me. Or I was suffering from malabsorption.
Yes I was certain there would be a reason for all this calamity.
I tried to push away thoughts that I perhaps had pancreatic cancer. Please, oh please not that.
And so I was booked in for two days in hospital for tests. One day would be a glucose tolerance test, the other a fasting test – both lasting 8 hours each. These were in addition to a 24 hour urine test which would check for various hormone levels and functions in my body.
I remember being told that I would have to fast from 4pm the day before the tests and feeling terrified because eating had become my absolute life line. As it was, it wasn’t the end of the world.
I was so happy that a thorough investigation was finally to take place, and was sure that something underlying that was causing these crazy sugar crashes that could be fixed would be found.
But guess what? Nothing. Nothing apart from the postprandial sugar crash. I couldn’t believe it when I received the results in the post. I had waited another two months for the results only to be told nothing new about this baffling condition. I was angry, and then sad. How could this be? How could there be no answers here about reactive hypoglycemia?