I couldn’t believe it. I was hours away from losing my leg to diabetes? I was 59 and had become a proud grandfather for the first time.
I had plans to enjoy my retirement. To spend time with family and travel the world with my wife, Linda. I couldn’t do any of this with one leg.
My life as I knew it would end in a blink of an eye.
I’d be in a wheelchair at my son’s wedding in a few months’ time.
I’d done everything my doctor told me to. And now because I was one of the 30 million Americans with diabetes….