by Amanda Jones
ribena, very strong
She lay on the couch. For days there had been so many visits
to the loo and a thirst which ravaged her relentlessly. Just a virus, nothing to
worry about, the doctor said. Yet here she was, unable to move,
exhausted.
So it was a huge relief when the dark came. Sweeping over her
it seemed to take on a life of its own. It was a strangeness. Lying there with
nothing but darkness. In limbo. Between worlds.
It was 1959, she was ten years old. The ambulance rushed her
into hospital, but she was still in the dark. Nothing.
Only when the insulin came did she awaken. Diabetic
Ketoacidosis they said. Nearly died. A diabetic coma. They taught her how to
inject using big, metal syringes and to test her sugar levels in her urine. And
there was still the pain.
It is strange how it all became normal so
quickly.
This was the beginning of a journey. Very high blood sugar at
the start when her pancreas failed to produce insulin meant a very long, chronic
illness ahead.
What would she do? How did she manage? What were her
dreams?
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