ABSTRACT
I had let them down with something I had no control over – my
pancreas not producing enough insulin for me to lead a ‘normal’ life.
I was angry. Also, I felt afraid. Afraid especially of hypos. Having
visions of ending up in hospital through going into a coma by taking
too much insulin and not waking up in the morning. To this day I
still haven’t come to terms with the fact that I may go hypo in the
middle of the night, and my husband may not be able to wake me
up to give me sugar of some description – after 23 years of having
the wretched disease.
