LADA Awareness Week
To help increase understanding and reduce misdiagnosis of latent autoimmune diabetes in adults (LADA), Diabetes Hands Foundation (DHF) and dLife united to create LADA Awareness Week to be recognized each year starting on the third Monday in October.
DHF and dLife — in partnership with other participating advocacy groups and people living with diabetes – will offer important information, tools, and tips for recognizing and diagnosing LADA.
An estimated 10 percent of Americans with diabetes have LADA. LADA is different and distinct from type 2 diabetes, yet people with LADA are often misdiagnosed because both occur in adulthood and share similar symptoms. Over time, this misdiagnosis can result in out-of-control blood sugars, which can lead to serious and life-threatening diabetic complications. The goal of LADA Awareness Week is to help misdiagnosed patients recognize the signs of LADA and talk to their doctor about testing and treatment.
Meet the "Faces of LADA." Seven very different lives disrupted by more than seven incorrect diabetes diagnoses. The real culprit? A rare form of diabetes that is beginning to garner more attention as awareness of the condition grows.
- For LADA Patients, New Drug Holds Promise
Some secretion of insulin key to success.
- What is LADA?
Find out what LADA is and help to spread awareness.
- Crazy Little Thing Called LADA (Spanish Version)
Manny Hernandez discusses the bridge between type 1 and type 2 diabetes.
- The Biggest Change
Viewpoints Columnist Amy Tenderich covers life's changes.
- Diabetes Labels: The Name Game
Before taking individual stands on terms, let's take a united stand on definitions.
- Expert Q&A
Ask an expert about LADA, or browse answers to questions that have already been asked.
- dBrief LADA
Find out more about LADA on dLifeTV.
Reviewed by Dr. Jason C. Baker, M.D. 05/11
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