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How My Mother and My Father Helped Me Beat Diabetes 
How My Mother Helped Me Beat Diabetes
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How My Mother Helped Me Beat Diabetes
There is no doubt in my mind that if my mother had not gotten on a plane and come to Rochester take care of me, I would either still be fighting the diabetes and the drugs, or I would be dead.
My mother, my daughter (Cynthia), my sister (Margo) and my brother (Greg) all played a major role in my miraculous recovery.
My mother, my daughter, and my sister were instrumental in helping me after I go out of the hospital. My brother was instrumental in getting the local churches and the entire community to pray for me while I was in the coma and the hsopital. Needless to say, those prayers were answered! (Thanks, Greg!)
After I got out of the hospital and when my mother and sister arrived at my house, they didn’t waste any time in getting the house in order. They inspected each room and quickly identified a set of activities that needed to get done.
In addition, because of the information they had received from Cynthia, they concluded that it was imperative to collect all my unopened snacks and junk food and return them to the grocery store. They made me pack up my cakes, pies, potato chips, sodas, TV dinners, cookies, bottled juices, etc. and return them to the Wegman’s grocery store. This was quite embarrassing, but what choice did I have? Face my mother? It was easier to face the store clerk.
When the store clerk saw the three carts of food that I was returning, she asked me why. I meekly whispered and pointed to my mother who was standing behind me with a stern look on her face. I think the clerk felt sorry for me, so she accepted the returned food and gave me a store credit of almost $250! During the next month, I didn’t have to pay for any food that I bought from the store. Thanks to my mother and the Wegman’s grocery store, it was financially beneficial for me to eat healthy.
My mother felt it was necessary that I learn how to cook properly so she wrote several recipes for some of her dishes. My mother and my sister both showed me how easy it was to prepare a healthy breakfast, lunch, snack and dinner in very little time. They also dragged me to other stores to purchase other items such as the Foreman Grill, a blender, a nonstick frying pan, and a steamer.
People ask me all the time how I was able to turn around my bad eating habits so quickly. I point out that it wasn’t really me – it was my daughter, mother and sister who drove all of the changes. Hmm-mm . . . three women – I didn’t have a fighting chance now that I think about it. They didn’t feel sorry for me when we went grocery shopping. They would go up and down each aisle at least 3 times while I held onto the grocery cart because my legs were so weak. There were many times when I just wanted to rest, but they would always have something that needed to get done: go to the store, clean out the garage, clean the bedrooms, do the laundry . . . I believe they were killing me and enjoying it at the same time. Ironically, my doctor believes this push from them and not feeling sorry for me may have accelerated my healing.
After about two weeks, my mother and sister felt that they had accomplished what needed to get done, so they returned home.
After about 4 months, I was off the insulin and the other drugs -- Thanks to my mother, daughter and sister ...
I thought it was all over, but when I returned to work (from disability), the next part of my journey started ...
In addition, because of the information they had received from Cynthia, they concluded that it was imperative to collect all my unopened snacks and junk food and return them to the grocery store. They made me pack up my cakes, pies, potato chips, sodas, TV dinners, cookies, bottled juices, etc. and return them to the Wegman’s grocery store. This was quite embarrassing, but what choice did I have? Face my mother? It was easier to face the store clerk.
When the store clerk saw the three carts of food that I was returning, she asked me why. I meekly whispered and pointed to my mother who was standing behind me with a stern look on her face. I think the clerk felt sorry for me, so she accepted the returned food and gave me a store credit of almost $250! During the next month, I didn’t have to pay for any food that I bought from the store. Thanks to my mother and the Wegman’s grocery store, it was financially beneficial for me to eat healthy.
My mother felt it was necessary that I learn how to cook properly so she wrote several recipes for some of her dishes. My mother and my sister both showed me how easy it was to prepare a healthy breakfast, lunch, snack and dinner in very little time. They also dragged me to other stores to purchase other items such as the Foreman Grill, a blender, a nonstick frying pan, and a steamer.
People ask me all the time how I was able to turn around my bad eating habits so quickly. I point out that it wasn’t really me – it was my daughter, mother and sister who drove all of the changes. Hmm-mm . . . three women – I didn’t have a fighting chance now that I think about it. They didn’t feel sorry for me when we went grocery shopping. They would go up and down each aisle at least 3 times while I held onto the grocery cart because my legs were so weak. There were many times when I just wanted to rest, but they would always have something that needed to get done: go to the store, clean out the garage, clean the bedrooms, do the laundry . . . I believe they were killing me and enjoying it at the same time. Ironically, my doctor believes this push from them and not feeling sorry for me may have accelerated my healing.
After about two weeks, my mother and sister felt that they had accomplished what needed to get done, so they returned home.
After about 4 months, I was off the insulin and the other drugs -- Thanks to my mother, daughter and sister ...
I thought it was all over, but when I returned to work (from disability), the next part of my journey started ...
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How My Father Helped Me
When we were growing up, my father would drill us with arithmetic questions, such as "What is 20% of 350?" "What is 25% in fraction form?"
When we went to the store, he would have us add up the prices of the groceries in our head, and give him the answer before the store clerk finished running it up on the cash register.
By the time I got to high school, I was very comfortable with mathematics. As a result, I got mostly A's and was put into an accelerated academic program, that led to taking college-level course in calculus. That led to a 4-year fully-paid scholarship from Penn State. And, because I had already been exposed to calculus in high school, I Aced calculus in college, and other courses such as physics and chemistry, which were math-intensive.
My strong math aptitude led to great jobs in the field of engineering in Corporate America for more than 30 years. Ironically, that same strong math aptitude helped me understand how to use the blood glucose test data to understand my diabetes and how to effectively control my disease!
p.s. When we were growing up, my father told us that we lived in a great country, but that we also lived in a cursed country. He said we could become victims or victors within this country. In order to become victors, he said that we had to "get knowledge" by going to school and bring home A's and B's. There was no negotiation -- you brought home A's and B's, or you paid the price dearly -- with a "whoopin". I found that it was easier to just get A's ... Luckily, I had some great teachers along the way ...
How My Father Helped Me
When we were growing up, my father would drill us with arithmetic questions, such as "What is 20% of 350?" "What is 25% in fraction form?"
When we went to the store, he would have us add up the prices of the groceries in our head, and give him the answer before the store clerk finished running it up on the cash register.
By the time I got to high school, I was very comfortable with mathematics. As a result, I got mostly A's and was put into an accelerated academic program, that led to taking college-level course in calculus. That led to a 4-year fully-paid scholarship from Penn State. And, because I had already been exposed to calculus in high school, I Aced calculus in college, and other courses such as physics and chemistry, which were math-intensive.
My strong math aptitude led to great jobs in the field of engineering in Corporate America for more than 30 years. Ironically, that same strong math aptitude helped me understand how to use the blood glucose test data to understand my diabetes and how to effectively control my disease!
p.s. When we were growing up, my father told us that we lived in a great country, but that we also lived in a cursed country. He said we could become victims or victors within this country. In order to become victors, he said that we had to "get knowledge" by going to school and bring home A's and B's. There was no negotiation -- you brought home A's and B's, or you paid the price dearly -- with a "whoopin". I found that it was easier to just get A's ... Luckily, I had some great teachers along the way ...
