My father was diagnosed with juvenile diabetes when he was six-years-old. At that time, he was told that he wouldn’t live to be twenty-five, and he lived a hard, fast life. If that prediction had been accurate, I wouldn’t be alive. However, at twenty-six, he was told that he was going to die before his thirty-fifth birthday. He survived, living even harder. Within his thirty-sixth year, my father took deathly ill, and it seemed like the early predictions of an early death would come true, but he pulled through. However, he was told by his physician that he would never work again. Oh, and, also, that he wouldn’t survive to be forty, and so on and so forth.
My father has lived over fifty years with his disease. Read More