I never imagined I’d be around to write these words. Diabetes was more than simply a sickness to me for years; it was a jail. I inserted a needle into my stomach every morning before the sun rose in the hopes that the insulin might prolong my life. I went through the same agonising routine every night before bed, fearing that I might not wake up or that my wife would discover me dead at daylight.
My physique was deteriorating. I was always exhausted, always thirsty, and always embarrassed. My wife’s husband was a powerful, industrious, and energetic man. However, this illness made me a shadow. I was no longer able to support my family as I always did. I started to despise myself. Every time my wife saw me trembling, every time I woke up sweating and every time she discovered me on the toilet floor following a bout of vertigo, I could see the anguish in her eyes. To read more click here.
