
Content 16+ A hundred years ago, a diagnosis of diabetes was a death sentence. No insulin, no modern medicine, no way out. A slow, painful demise. By that definition, I am a dead man walking. And yet, here I am—stronger, healthier, more alive than I have ever been. It’s a strange paradox: the very thing that should have stolen my life gave it back to me instead.
Before diabetes, I … Read the rest


