Every single day I had to prick my finger to test my blood sugar, then give myself painful insulin shots.
“We have to amputate your legs. Today.”
That’s what the doctor told me as I lay in a hospital bed.
The blinding, florescent lights buzzed overhead, and my nostrils filled with that bleach hospital smell, overpowering me in the cramped, chilly room.
My wife squeezed my hand, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“No,” she cried. “He can’t live the rest of his life in a wheelchair.”
Expensive health
“Without the amputation,” the doctor told me, “you’ll be dead within a year.”
I couldn’t believe it. My passion had always been hiking, and my wife and I had dreamed of one day hiking the Appalachian Trail.
But 4 years ago, the doctors wanted to put me under anesthesia, and cut off my legs… leaving nothing but worthless stumps.
All because I was one of 115 million Americans with
prediabetes or diabetes…
I have not checked in here for some time because I thought it was getting boring, but the last few posts are great quality so I guess I’ll add you back to my daily bloglist. You deserve it my friend 🙂
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