Delusional
I received diabetes as a late gift from my motorcycle accident. My pancreas was somehow hurt during the accident and it triggered diabetes. I was sick for a couple of years and finally figured it out. I discovered that it was far worse than I had thought when I was examined by an endocrinologist, but over time things stabilized and now it's a matter of daily maintenance. It takes some personal discipline, but things are very much under control.
I know this man who was diagnosed with diabetes a little later in life. He believes that diabetes can be "cured" and he has, on several occasions, told me that he has beaten diabetes. He honestly believes that he can somehow rid himself of this disease, and he has attempted to teach me how to do it from time to time. I only see him every few years, but the last time that I spoke to him a few months ago he started his first sentence after saying "hello" by stating that he had beaten diabetes. I gave him a very polite "that's good" and I changed the subject. He later attempted to speak to me again regarding diabetes and told me that his A1C was at 6.2 during his last exam. Um...OK. He then asked me about mine because he knows that I'm strict about managing my diabetes, so I told him that I had tested 5.8 about two months prior. His countenance fell and he had little more to say, but I refused to rub it in. He "beat" diabetes with an A1C that clearly keeps him on the battlefield.
A lady who's been coming to our church for the past couple of months spoke to me this past Sunday about diabetes. She mentioned something about reversing diabetes, and I dared to say that diabetes is irreversible. She very staunchly started to correct me and stated that diabetes is not permanent and can be cured. She then added that it was hard to believe that I'm diabetic because I'm thin and in good shape. That statement alone told me that she didn't really know what she was talking about. Weight is not even close to being the sole reason that people develop this disease. She continued to pontificate concerning all that I should be doing to rid myself of diabetes, and I politely shifted into "yes, uh huh" mode. The conversation was mercifully interrupted by someone else and I eased away.
I really don't care to have people give me their "expert" opinions and advice when they don't have to actually fight my battles and deal with the various injuries inflicted on my body years ago by a motorcycle accident.
There, I said it to all of my imaginary internet pals without getting into trouble with anyone. I feel better now.
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