I never thought I would live long enough to write these words. For years, diabetes was not just a disease, it was my prison. Every morning before the sun rose, I jabbed a needle into my stomach, praying the insulin would keep me alive one more day. Every night before bed, I repeated the same painful ritual, wondering
if I would wake up or if my wife would find me lifeless at dawn.My body was wasting away. I was constantly thirsty, constantly tired, and constantly ashamed. The man my wife had married was strong, hardworking, and full of energy. But this disease reduced me to a shadow. I couldn’t provide for my family.To read more,click here
