I want to start by saying this is my first blog and I'm still learning how this goes so forgive me if I get confusing at times or talk too much.
I want to share my story it will be about the last 9 years of my life. I'll try and also educate you a little on some of the things I tell you. I use to work as a non-emergency driver for a ambulance company it was the first job where I truly loved what I as doing I felt I made a difference. I met so many people every day and sometimes I saw the same people 5 days a week. See, I mostly dealt with people who needed a ride to chemo therapy or dialysis most of the people I met were much older than myself which I liked because the stories they would tell me about themselves or back in the day was always so refreshing to me and I learned so much I beleive knowledge is power and knowledge brings wisdom. One person I met that stays on my mind a lot is a woman I use to pick up every now and again and she always looked so sad and I would tell her to smile God loves her she said, " I don't smile because she is dying from cancer and there was no hope for her she only a few months and she would be dead"! A lump came into my stomach and I didn't know what to say right then but the first thing that came out my mouth was asking her if she believed in God and I told her God is an healer if you are a believer but she already had her mind set on dying she wasn't going for believing that God can heal. I never forgot about this woman and before I could find out if she lived or died, I was told about own fate which was kidney failure. I remember going through a series of not feeling good for weeks maybe even a couple months, I remember feeling confused and frustrated a lot not knowing why I felt like that I remember being told you that I was losing weight by my co-workers when I had been the same size since at 16 I was then 38 years old and 240 lbs, so I thought. I remember going to the doctor a lot during my lunch breaks at work since I was a driver it was easy to get to the doctor appointments as often as I was going. I was going in so often that the physician accused me of coming in just to see her on a personal level ( SMH)! A few weeks later I ended up at the ER because I was too sick to go to work  and because I had switched over to a different company but still doing the same thing I had to get proof of why I couldn't come in for work I had only been at the new job for a couple weeks and when I arrived at  the ER I had dropped in weight down to 180 lbs. I worked 7 days a week I was a single mother taking care two of my three daughters on my own I had gotten a divorce 4 years prior and I wanted to prove I was strong enough to do it alone. I didn't have time to worry about my the weight that I was losing and even though people said it I didn't notice it not even when I had to get a smaller size when I was fitted for my uniform for the new job I just figured their sizes must run big but by the time I got to the ER and told triage my symptoms the young man helping me looked at me like he knew what was wrong I thought the doctor would tell me it was diabetes and give me shot and send me on my way, that's not what happened! PLEASE COME BACK AGAIN FOR MORE PIECES OF ME