Fear of Dying & The Realities of Diabetes!


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FearI lived in fear after being diagnosed with diabetes. Most people don’t know the fear that comes with being told that if you make one mistake, you could die. A tightrope walker may fear to fall off, but they made the choice to walk the tight wire and within a minute their walk is over. Some tightrope walkers even use nets in case they fall and have years of training under their belt. They choose to risk their lives. When diagnosed with diabetes the fear is intense, because there are no nets, no years of training, you are given a few instructions and cast out into the world. How we deal with fear is different for everyone.

In my previous two blogs, I talk about the problems caused by high blood sugars and forgetting as well as misunderstandings within one’s family. Today we are going to address the fear…

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Good people


Today the Chaplain from Henry County Hospice came by to visit with Ann and the rest of us even though Ann lost her mother nearly 3 weeks ago she’s just like she was the day she came to Ann when we first got the news.

There are still good people in this world full of hate and racism some people realize that we are all just as a vapor no matter the nationality our souls lives forever either in…

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A Day of Reflecting


A Day of Reflecting

Today  I reflected on the passing of my mother Shirley F.Johnson 1949-2012 I had last spoken with her via telephone on the night of Jan 19,2012 the last words we said to each other was that we loved one another.

The next morning I reported to work as normal about 7:30am that morning I was summoned to the office by my then Department leader Lawanna Johnson I get there there is about 2 Paris,Tn…

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Uncle Lynn


10534684_360820150750042_8560366416611878491_n I want to take this time to reflect on the memory of my uncle Lynn whom i know as my baby uncle meaning he was my mother’s baby brother born on January 8,1964 he was only 8 years older than me he was more like a big brother than my uncle

I remember when me and my sister Sandra were staying with our grandparents because our mother was in the hospital uncle Lynn would babysit us we would eat…

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Nursing my own wounds


Nursing my own wounds

In recent weeks I have been standing by watching my mother in law slowly slip away from us at the same time watching my wife dangle over the cliff of a meltdown.

At the same time trying to keep the peace with the siblings and children of my wife there has been very little time for me to express my sorrow this has also opened up old wounds of me losing my own mother not too many January’s ago.

I…

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