Kate, who writes Views and Mews by Coffee Kat, had a wonderful post yesterday, about her mother. More specifically, it was a story about one time she (Kate) had to take her mother to the hospital; and how, when they were on their way, her mom made her stop at a restaurant for lunch.
It immediately made me think of my own mother. And a trip (one of several) we made to the hospital.
When my mother was in her sixties she was diagnosed with diabetes. She was put on medication and was watched, like a hawk, by an endocrinologist. Despite her fondness for chocolate her numbers were always excellent, until the day she died. They always hovered just slightly above normal.
What will always mystify me, though, is why her body was literally ravaged by the disease, even though her diabetes was so well controlled. She had every known complication you could think of. Diabetic retinopathy, Continue reading