About me.

19 Mar 2010 Leave a Comment

by africandoll33 in 1

The other day a friend I was talking to who is also diabetic, I was telling her about a research that’s going on with diabetics and that we can make some money out of it and she told me she does not like talking about her condition it upsets her.
I was in shock what? Why? She then went on to tell me how she feels embarrassed talking about her health, I just did not get it as it’s a subject I love to talk about seeing as I know so much about it.
Maybe its because she was diagnosed later on in life and I was diagnosed at a very early age but she turned down the research and that little bit more spending money me being surprised went on to listen to her saying I was brave to be able to talk to others, WHAT I get nervous and my voice changes sounds like I am crying,but if it comes to diabetes and talking about it I find it quite easy so I was surprised to see that since I started blogging that I have not really said a lot about my diabetes and how it came about to be honest so I decided to get it out there in the open now.

Ok here goes it was 23 years ago since I was diagnosed the diagnosis took place in India and at this time I was the tender age of 2 years old and my mum was there with me holding her hand as well as being pregnant with my little sister so everything was going well my mum doing her hair and beauty course that she’s been wanting to do for years then when her daughter starting losing weight so fast needing to go to loo as well as drinking more water then 4 adults.

She was no longer that lively, chatty, independent yet clingy toddler she was now underweight and not keeping anything down constant urination as any mother she started getting worried took me to hospital as quickly as she could. Waited for hours and hours for a doctor to just turn us away even though my mum knew something was wrong but what more can a mother do when she is turned at the door, waited a day or two by now the rosy cheeks had disappeared and skin was hanging from my tiny bones still drinking water like its running out or something resulting in sleepless nights so when it came to it another hospital visit was made in the middle of the night we came across a different doctor she took a close look and one smell from my breath and told my mum to travel to the childrens clinic all the way on the other side of town.
To my mum the journey seemed like it was hours and I was unconscious, we was told to go to the other hospital as they didn’t have the equipment to treat me so we got to the hospital unconscious, fragile and unable to move my mum sick with worry carried me to the nearest doctor and told her that the doctor said something about diabetes.
The test seemed to take millions of year’s blood test after blood test, drips after drips still unconscious and unable my mother made a prayer to God to put me out of my misery and even at times thought that I would not make it alive seeing as I had lost so much weight, lost my colour and was not in any condition.

After sometime or days I had opened my eyes and the first words to come out of my mouth was “ mum…Can I have some water please“ so unaware of everything I had gone through or put my mother through, she informed me that she thought I would never make it alive let alone grow up to be a young lady that is so hardworking,mature, helpful and able to take anything that life throws at me.
So all in all I owe so much to my mother she has been a rock so strong and on the way has made me into a strong diabetic female,she really is an angel.

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