I just turned 51 years old, and never in my wildest
dreams did I think I had diabetes. I wasn't feeling good, and I knew there was
something wrong--but, I never thought that I'd have to stick myself twice a day
and take pills.
It's hard, because I have no idea what to eat. I mean, me
and my hubby are used to eating at eight o'clock at night, but if I do, then my
blood sugar (glucose) gets very high. I don't even know what the numbers mean.
The doctor just told me I had diabetes and handed me a pamphlet that is
useless.
Now, I am scared to death and just worried about what to
eat or not to eat. But, I have a wonderful husband, and I know the Lord is with
me. If someone could help me understand the numbers, I sure would appreciate
it.
Thanks for listening to my story.
Cynthia C, 51
Browns Mills, NJ
133700