My Story With Diabetes

I was somewhat relieved but apprehensive at the same time. Firstly my mother hated
needles and secondly she said herself that she couldn't find it in herself to actually prick
her own finger to test her blood sugar. Then we found a handy gadget that does it for you.
All well and good I say but nobody knew my mother like her own flesh and blood. My
mother could be hard woman to persuade at the best of times. I think personally that she
said she was taking her medication and testing her bloods to shut us up.

In time her health got worse, she lost a tremendous amount of weight and she aged very
quickly and I as well as the rest of my family became very worried about mum. We
continuously tended to her but inevitably her health got worse by the day until she could no
longer walk. My mother had to be helped to the toilet and to the bathroom. She began to
mumble a lot and repeat things over and over again. She spoke of things that happened in
the past and my dad became worried a lot. He once said to me one day, "I think your mum
maybe losing her marbles."

Then mum's sight started to fail badly. She had to be also pushed every where in a wheel
chair. My dad was not in the best of health also so pushing my mum every where was a
bigger strain on his health, but he never complained. He devoted his time to her.

Then came the night when I received the phone call from dad asking for help to get mum
back in to bed. When I arrived I immediately contacted the emergency ambulance service.
After they had looked her over and put her in the ambulance they remained outside of her
home for at least 30 minutes before they moved off.

Mum was diagnosed with a low blood sugar and she would possibly only be in hospital for
a short time. After so long in the hospital the staff was going to move her to rehabilitation
ward where she will learn to walk about more. She never made it.

Mum died on 9th March 2006 at 19.00 pm. Her cause of death was bronchial pneumonia. If
only she had took her medication she would still be here today.

I just couldn't take this on board. She couldn't die, she was my mum. I shook her several
times to try to wake her up but it was too late she was gone. So in the end she got her
wish to be with her mum and her dad and we have lost our mum. Every day does get
easier but sometimes still, I wake up in the middle of the night, still not believing that my
mum is not here.