Well again sitting here messing around with my blog
I ran across a
background.. November is Diabetes
month. We all probably know someone with Diabetes
or we may have Diabetes. So today I decided to share my
story about the person I love more than anybody...my
cute dad. My dad can see around corners and I swear he has
eyes in the back of his head. Everywhere we go, he knows
somebody. He is fantastic. He drives truck and has since
before I was born.. there is one song that I used to listen to
when I was a kid and that was "Daddy's hands". My dad
is a very very hard worker, great provider, awesome
grandpa, perfect father in law and most of all my dad, my
hero. My dads life started in Salina where he was the typical
boy in the late 60's-early 70's. He always owned the quickest, baddest muscle car.. and nothing much has changed he enjoys his toys and deserves them...
But the whole reason I am blogging about this, its something close to my heart. January 2003 my dad was diagnosed with Diabetes. There is no cure. He takes meds and controls it with diet. Thanks to my mom for ensuring that he eats
right and gets what he needs... As a granddaughter of
a Diabetic person and now a daughter of a Diabetic
person it worries me and worries me about my son.
Richards mom had Diabetes, she was on insulin and
very uncontrolled. So if it skips a generation my son
has no chance against it. This disease can attack anyone
young, old, male, female. So what are we doing?? Richard
and I are getting education about Diabetes. We eat healthier.
We exercise often. So if we get it.. maybe we will be
prepared.
I ran across a
background.. November is Diabetesmonth. We all probably know someone with Diabetes
or we may have Diabetes. So today I decided to share my
story about the person I love more than anybody...my
cute dad. My dad can see around corners and I swear he has
eyes in the back of his head. Everywhere we go, he knows
somebody. He is fantastic. He drives truck and has since
before I was born.. there is one song that I used to listen to
when I was a kid and that was "Daddy's hands". My dad
is a very very hard worker, great provider, awesome
grandpa, perfect father in law and most of all my dad, my
hero. My dads life started in Salina where he was the typical
boy in the late 60's-early 70's. He always owned the quickest, baddest muscle car.. and nothing much has changed he enjoys his toys and deserves them...
But the whole reason I am blogging about this, its something close to my heart. January 2003 my dad was diagnosed with Diabetes. There is no cure. He takes meds and controls it with diet. Thanks to my mom for ensuring that he eats
right and gets what he needs... As a granddaughter of
a Diabetic person and now a daughter of a Diabetic
person it worries me and worries me about my son.
Richards mom had Diabetes, she was on insulin and
very uncontrolled. So if it skips a generation my son
has no chance against it. This disease can attack anyone
young, old, male, female. So what are we doing?? Richard
and I are getting education about Diabetes. We eat healthier.
We exercise often. So if we get it.. maybe we will be
prepared.
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