Where there is no hope, there must be determination PART 4

by Dennis
(Columbia pa usa)

Just another day at the office.

Just another day at the office.

Where there is no hope, there must be determination PART 4

I always knew that I would not live as long as most people, but to be told that I would not see thirty five really changed my life. I became determined to do everything I could to live as long as I could. So I read more, went to the doctors more, only deep down, I knew it was useless.

I WAS FOURTEEN!!, going on ninety. Then I heard about a new device that would give quality to our lives and quantity. The picture show this devise to be about the size of a quarter. We had no technology yet to speak of in the country.

Computers were unknown, so what was this new MIRACLE that I have been praying for. A "Beta Cell". That was the name and it would be out for diabetics to buy within five years. So Now their was HOPE! Hope goes along way in your physical body, in keeping you well. For years my mom would take her two diabetic, fatherless kids to different churches that specialized in healing people.

Boy did I pray. I saw a church filled with wheel chairs hanging from the walls, crutches, canes etc. God can do this. God wants to do this for us, if only we ask and believe Him. This started when I was seven and my belief got stronger as I got older.

A catholic movie came to the theaters about people being healed. I went to priest, nuns, the archbishop, and even the cardinal when he came for conformation. As I got older, I was told that I would have to except the diseased and my condition and don't be in denial. I am determined, I have faith, and I have hope to see it through.

It will happen. In July 1969 a man walked on the moon and I turned sixteen the same day. Technology is catching up and I am going to be DRIVING. But no doctor would sign off that I did not have a convulsion in the last two years. In fact I had more than ever, something to do with hormones, emotions, stress, girls, love.

I convinced my mom that I had to, HAD TO, it was a right of passage, from childish thing to adulthood, but even more than that, real MANHOOD! So we found a doctor who knew nothing about me, except that I was diabetic and had to pass this physical in order to drive.

We mad the appointment for the morning, and I did not eat, tested my urine and also flushed out myself by drinking a ton of water, so I would not urinated sugar, cause you had

to be negative, blue on the chart, to pass the test. So that day I became a MAN (LOL).

My whole life even to this minute has been of determination to see it through. When the armies of hell seem to be coming against you, BE DETERMINED TO WIN, TO BEAT IT. I started to fit in. I was still the retarded looking guy. Please forgive me, I don't mean any disrespect by the word.

I was drooling, wet, bleeding from my mouth from biting down on my own tongue, screaming as people would try to hold me down to help me. But people got to know me. Know how determined I was to fit in and make something of myself. To keep up and do the same things that my friends would do.

I remember in tenth grade gym class, we were playing baseball and it was my turn to bat. That was all I remember, the rest was told to me by everyone their that day. I stepped up to the plate, the pitch came and I swung and hit the ball out, for a home run. I went running down the first base line and kept going.

I was unconscious, and running, and if you remember the jocks could not catch me, so the two teams or the whole gym class ran and surround me and took me to the ground. Another trip to the hospital. But who would have thought it, I HIT A HOME RUN!

One thing to keep in mind, as these guys took me down to the ground laughing, (and it is funny if you can visualize the event) so will some people try to bring you down when you get determined. The beta cell would be implanted under the skin and it would contain a vile of insulin which you would refill once a month.

It would have a sensor to read your blood sugar at all times and then it would deliver the insulin like the pancreas does, but it would be the size of a quarter. It never came out! Five years came and went many times over. They could not get all the insulin into that tiny thing, and could not get the beta cell to read the blood sugar. We have it right now.

In 1983 I started wearing the insulin pump and today I also wear a sensor and transmitted, the size of a quarter, which reads my blood sugar and sends it to the insulin pump. I will get into this later, but for now, it did happen, it did come to pass, and truly, it has kept me alive since 1983, I was suppose to be dead by 1988.

Stay turn for more to come!

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