Wow. The storms certainly have been a-brewing!! Things are finally starting to return to normal! The electricity is back on for everyone that I know of and the piles and stacks of leaves are starting to get removed from the sides of the roads. I have actually forgotten what some of the houses around here looked like…or maybe it is because the new light shining in is changing my perception. There are many homes that had trees through them and I don’t even gawk at the site when I drive by anymore. The shock has worn off and it is nice to regain some normalcy around here! Now, back to my story.
People have asked me over the years why I did it. My first reaction is anger, embarrassment, and sadness. How could they judge me? Any rational person knows there is no answer to that question. What do they expect me to say?
UPDATE on Diabulimia
September 8, 2008
UPDATE
DiabetesSisters,
It is time for us to come together to support one our own DiabetesSisters! Suzanne, the author of this captivating Hot Topics Column on Diabulimia, lives in a part of Louisiana that was ravaged by Hurricane Gustav. As a result, she was out of power for a long period time and is just now getting back on her feet. She will resume her column on Diabulimia soon....so check back often!
In the meantime, please post your well wishes for her and her family below....
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Diabetes Isn't A Death Sentence
August 22, 2008
I went through different phases and had several where I would actually do really well. Through that entire time, I rarely checked my blood sugar. I didn’t even know where my meter was. I would probably go a year or so without ever checking it. I was constantly scared, but being so sick helped to numb the pain and fear. I didn’t have the energy to deal with it and tried not to think about what I was doing to myself. I thought I was a lost cause, anyway.
The Lowest Point
August 18, 2008
My confession was like the beginning of the end; not the end of my struggles but instead what I thought would be the end of my life. I am constantly amazed at how it wasn’t. I don’t know how or even why I survived this, but I did. God’s gentle hand was certainly on my back, guiding me and protecting me. There really is no other explanation other than that. I often wondered when the day would come that would be my last and I constantly tried to prepare for it, to make sure that my family knew that I loved them before I died. But let me back track just a little.
Confession of Sins
August 8, 2008
My path to destruction began very simply. At the time I was going through this, there was no name for it and no one had heard about it before, so I somehow just figured each part out as I went. To be honest, the rest of the story is a blur. I don’t remember how old I was when certain things happened or when each turn for the worst was taken. I know things that happened and what I did, but I can’t remember the order or how exactly it all fell into place. So the rest, with little exception, is my best recollection.
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