I lost my mom to diabetes. It wasn’t a sudden, shocking event it was the slow, insidious progression of a disease that no one really warned us about.
She had always been the backbone of our family strong, energetic, and full of life. But over the years, she became a shadow of the woman she once was.
At first, it was subtle: the increased thirst, the fatigue that wouldn’t go away, the occasional blurry vision. We thought it was just stress or aging. But as the months passed, these small signs turned into bigger, more troubling symptoms.
She started losing weight rapidly, even though she wasn’t trying. Then came the trips to the doctor, the diagnosis: diabetes. It shook us to the core, but we thought with the right treatment, she could manage it.
However, that wasn’t the case. No matter how hard she tried to keep her blood sugar levels in check, diabetes continued to take its toll. She followed every doctor’s advice, took her medication watched her diet, and exercised. But diabetes is a silent killer it doesn’t announce its presence, and before you know it, it has taken over. Her kidneys failed, her vision deteriorated, and eventually, her heart gave out.
Watching her struggle was heartbreaking, but it wasn’t until she passed away that I realized how little I knew about this disease.
I felt helpless, as though I could have done something anything to save her. And that’s when my journey truly began.