My name is Cheryl. My intent is to chronicle my brother's struggles with coping with diabetes and all of it's hideous manisfestations. Each day brings new experiences- some good, some bad. The bad seems to outweigh the good. I guess, perhaps, it might be a good idea to start at the beginning. My sisters, of which I have 2, and my and brother and I were born of parents who both passed as a result of having diabetes. My mother passed at age 48 and my dad was 82. My mother had been diagnosed with renal failure one month and passed the next. She had diabetes but never knew that she had it. That was in 1968... little was known of the disease. She was a single parent and was a dress maker and designer by profession, self-employed. Having no insurance, she was forced to treat whatever ailments she may have developed. She just could not afford to purchase insurance. Mommie left behind 3 minor children and the eldest was 27 and sufffering with depression which often caused her to withdraw to her room for days at a time.
I will continue on tomorrow.
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