The day my doctor told me I have Diabetes is burned in my memory.

She breezed into the room, told me I have Diabetes and it was time to get serious about losing weight. She recommended that I sign up for the Diabetes education class at the hospital. Then she left.

I went home and cried. I was so ashamed that I didn't tell my husband for 3 days.

What if she'd taken time to reassure me that it wasn't my fault that I have Diabetes?

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What if she had explained that Type 2 Diabetes doesn't have to mean blindness and amputations?

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What if she'd even just acknowledged that I'd really been "doing everything right" and still wasn't losing weight and still got Diabetes?

I often wonder: 

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What if that appointment had gone differently?

My experience as a patient informs my interactions as a provider. I strive to always remember what it's like to feel lost and alone with a new diagnosis. 

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I want my clients to understand what's happening with their bodies and to leave my office with their questions answered.

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I believe in collaborative medicine: together we will find the right combination of medical and lifestyle treatment.

I'm not the boss. We're a team.