Thursday, April 19, 2012
I haven't been able to talk about this until now and I'm not even sure I'm ready. But i need to share this story in the hopes that it will reach someone who maybe isn't taking their diabetes seriously or has a loved one in the same situation I'm in. Or maybe just thinks they're alone. Like I do.
My husband had his leg amputated. Because of type 2 diabetes. Because he didn't stop it when he was told he could. Because I wasn't vigilant enough or strong enough or something to save it. To make him ok. He lost because things got out of control so fast and no one really knew how to stop it, no one gave us the info until it was far too late. But I should have found out. I should have known, you know?
Now we're living a new reality of wheelchairs, bedside urinals, IV treatments, nurses, PT, doctors, surgeons, guilt, pain, self recrimination. I should have known. I'm his wife, it's my job to protect him and watch over him. It's what I do for those I love. But I failed.