Diabetes Testimony 1

I believe that, while in no way shape or form do I blame God for my condition, He has used it for me to step up to the plate, and take a direction in my life.  Because of it, I have chosen to study nutrition, so that someday I might help other people in the same place as myself.

It is hard to not notice His hand in my diabetes, when I have come so close to losing consciousness, and have not.  I really start to pray when it gets down to the wire.  In eight years it has only been twice that I have gone down.  I believe that it was because I ignored what God was trying to tell me. Even in those incidence, I was only out for a few minutes, and was able to avoid going to the hospital.  Being with out insurance, I could not have afforded it.

They have been talking about dying in bed, quite a bit on the LeHigh Diabetes Discussion list as of late.  It scares me a little.  I recognize that I'm starting to lose some of the warning signs of hypoglycemia.  One thing that I have tried to do over the time that I have been diabetic, is to ask myself questions such as am I high or low.  Am I sweaty because I'm low? Or is the environment just hot?, and so on and so forth.  In my head I answers these questions.  Its a system that has always worked for me.

Well one night, I woke to hearing my name being called.  It was my voice but, It did not sound like it was in my head.  I wanted to go back to sleep.  But  every time I went to lay my head down and go to sleep, I would hear this "Mary  wake up"  I'd check to see if my hand was shaking and it was very light if at all.  I finally grabbed the graham crackers and put them in my mouth as the low started to really hit.  Unfortunately, I do not check my blood sugars when I'm like that.  But I'm not sure that I would be writing this today, to you, if God had not intervened.

I've also been on the bus, and questioned whether I was low or not.  And your not suppose to eat on the bus, and I do try to follow the rules, so I really don't like to stick life savers in my mouth to get me back up.  But in the back of my mind there is this voice that keeps telling me that I'm low.  One time that I can remember specifically, I got off the bus, and as I was
finishing off the life saver package, was praying that God would get me home,  because I was going down for the count. God is Good, because sure enough I  made it. I really believe that little small voice, is His way of warning and  keeping me healthy.