Each day I see him try so hard to deal with it. Lately he has had such a hard time keeping his blood sugars in control. One day he's in the 500's then the next it's 33. I worry so much when I'm at work or away. If I happen to call him and he doesn't answer his phone then I'm thinking the worst such as he's lost consciousness. There have been times when I've called a neighbor to go and check on him but he's been ok. I go to bed at night and always ask him what his blood sugar is and if he got a snack. Some of his worst lows have been in the middle of the night. So I go from this deep sleep to my adrenaline running high to try and help him get something in him to eat.
I am grateful that he tries so hard to do his best. He has so much to live for and he knows it. But I know how down he gets about all the health issues he deals with. I'm so grateful that we can still do things together and pray that he will always be able to do so.
Our kids have no clue what he has to deal with each day. I wish they would appreciate him just for that fact. He's such a hard worker and a wonderful husband and father and grandfather. He's my hero.
