Diabetes – yuck! Jeanette July 13, 2014 The Journey As part of my increasing good feeling from walking, I decided it was time to get a medical checkup. After all, it had been a couple of years and I knew that was not good. Overall, the checkup had good results. But there was the dreaded D that was confirmed. I had diabetes! My mother was diagnosed with diabetes when she was 60 and was equally upset. I didn't realize at the time what that meant. But over the course of the next 20 years I watched her health decline. Now I realize that diabetes was the start of it all. As I spent countless weeks in hospitals at her side, in nursing homes, or helping her as she recovered in our home, I remembered thinking - I don't want to end up this way! So when I got the diagnosis of diabetes, I feared it was the beginning of the end - a long, slow downward decline. It was confirmed when I got my first glucometer. I hated the whole process! My fingers hurt from the pricks. They were discolored from the bleeding. The test strips were expensive. And I hated every minute of it! Likewise, I resented having to change my diet. I knew I should, but I felt like I was eating more sugar - just to prove a point. Besides, I wasn't quite sure where to begin, so basically I did nothing. I just pouted, tested my blood sugar, and kept walking. But I felt like I was just bidding my time... Comments comments Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.