My Mom and Diabetes


I wish the two were unacquainted. Unfortunately for my family, my sweet mother has been living with Diabetes (Type 2) for the last 10 years. I think she’s spent most of it in denial. A month ago, it finally caught up with her.

Just as we were getting ready for our big vacation to Anaheim, we got a call from my parents telling me that my mom was in the hospital. She had a wound on her leg that was quite serious. She would need to be admitted for an indeterminate amount of time and would require testing and culturing and even surgery to heal. She didn’t know that her illness could lead to something so bad. Neither did the rest of the family.

And so my mom endured a painful treatment process and was forced to reconstruct her whole perspective on food and diet and living. She received insulin and had to strictly monitor her sugar intake. She spent morning after morning in physical therapy and occupational therapy learning how to use her legs again to get the exercise her body needs. Prior to that, it was too painful to even walk.

I write this to say two things: 1) every trial has a blessing and 2) I am proud of my mother.

Though she spent over a month away from home, first in the hospital and then in a rehabilitation center, I don’t think my mom and dad have ever been closer to one another. My sweet father spent every day with my mom, tending to her needs and providing support. Prior to this experience, they had spent their retired years in mostly separate activities. This trial brought them together and helped them appreciate each other more earnestly. I’m so grateful to my dad for helping my mom cope with such a difficult experience. It touches my heart to see the “for better or worse” put into action.

I’ve mentioned that my mom is selfless. But this almost to a fault. She is always taking care of others before she thinks of herself. Noble for the most part, but not at the expense of your well being. Winding up in the hospital was a direct result of that practice. It was a big shock for her realizing that she must take the time and energy to care for her health. I think that idea is beginning to settle in now. She started going to bed at a decent time and waking up earlier in the morning. She ate well balanced meals and controlled her portions. She did the physical therapy exercises, even when she didn’t want to or when it was downright painful. I’m grateful that she is working to change her life so that she still has one in the years to come.

Today, she finally came home. What thrilling news! It was wonderful to know that she could finally be where she was so greatly missed. The reality of that hit me hard one of the last times we visited. My mom, dad, and brother always wave to us from the front porch as we drive away. Since she was still at the care center, Mom wasn’t standing there to see us off that time. I’ll never forget the feeling of sadness as I looked at that empty spot where my mom should be standing. My prayer was that it wasn’t a sign of things to come.

Mom, I’m so sorry that you live with Diabetes. You don’t deserve this. But I know that you have been helped through this trial. I’m thankful that we’ve seen prayers answered and blessings given as you’ve endured so well.

One thought on “My Mom and Diabetes”

  1. I know I can’t bear it when my parents are suffering. This must have been so hard for you. Your mom has such a beautiful smile – I’m so happy she’s home!

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