By Charlie G ❘ 2013

Diabetes. A world of possibilities coverThis is chapter 1 of my book “DIABETES. A world of possibilities”, which I’m publishing here for free. You can access all the chapters here.

1998 was a rather stressful year for me (although at that time I didn’t perceived it as stressful). I was 23 years old, in the last year of college. In the afternoons, I worked at the computer room of the university to pay the cost of my studies.
The last few weeks of the course, I also had to study for finals. I did perceive those last weeks as more stressful.

I remember that, from the date of the finals until prom, there were two or three weeks inbetween. During those days, I was at my parents‘ house while looking for a job, at least for that summer. I think I was worried that I wouldn’t like my first job after university or that I was not prepared enough for it, since I did not want to disappoint my future boss or the clients I was attending. I found a job as a hotel receptionist and was hired. I remember that the idea of being on my own at the hotel reception, attending customers in different languages, terrified me, especially in German, since I had not mastered the language yet (funny, years later I got married to a wonderful German woman, with whom I have two beautiful children).

During the days leading up to the first day at the job, my body started doing strange things that had never happened to me before. Suddenly, I was very thirsty and had to drink plenty of fluids. As a result, I had to go to the bathroom very frequently, even at night when I slept. As I was getting weaker and weaker, I ate more calories to try to regain power, but I steadily lost weight. I’ve always been thin, but in those days I lost about 22 pounds, ending up with 132 pounds, which is very little for someone who is 186 cm tall.

The first day of work as a receptionist, I had to take a water bottle because I was still so thirsty. And I was powerless to face customers asking for things at the reception. Somehow I ended the day and went home.

When I got home, I thought something was wrong and called my friend, who was a nurse. I told him what was going on and he said, “do not move from there. I’m coming!” When he arrived, he took out a device with a needle and pricked my finger to get a drop of blood. He put the blood drop on a strip and the device, after a few seconds, scored 275. I had no idea what that meant, but my friend said:
“What I suspected, you have high blood sugar. We have to go to the hospital because you probably have diabetes.”

I did not know what diabetes was, but it did not sound good.

I was hospitalized and was told I had to stay two or three days. They began to prick my fingers every hour to see how my blood sugar was evolving. I got plugged to a leaky serum that doctors did not explain its purpose to me.

I do not remember any conversation at the hospital. All I remember, very clearly, was the comment made by the endocrinologist, whom I got to visit for the first time a few days later. He said: “You have type 1 diabetes, and there’s no cure for it. You’ll have to live with it all your life, injecting insulin every day, pricking fingers to check glucose several times a day, exercising, and following a diabetic diet. But you can lead a fairly normal life and eat almost everything, if you watch out with the quantities.” Worst of all was that he didn’t even look at me in the eyes when he told me that “sentence.” He was staring at the table.

When I left, I told my parents that I did not want to see that doctor anymore. And so we didn‘t. We found another endocrinologist.

The following days at home were depressing. My way of reacting to a situation that had changed my life completely was being silent. And I didn’t say a word for almost a month. When I think about it now, it makes me sad not having answered when my parents or my brother asked me something or tried to cheer me up. But at that moment, I wasn’t able to act otherwise.

At my parents‘, we used to treat our symptoms as naturally as possible (I think the only doctor I had visited in many years was the dentist). Since my parents are big supporters of self-learning, I got three books on diabetes, one that was more “allopathic,” to try to understand the point of view of conventional medicine and the others with a more natural perspective regarding diabetes.
I started reading nonstop to try to learn as much as possible about this disease. Then I read for the first time that some people had cured diabetes with natural treatments, and others who, while not considered cured, had managed to remove the medicine from their life.

That triggered something in me that would lead me to want to research all the possibilities available with success stories to treat diabetes. As part of that research process and experimenting with treatments, I decided to start a blog where I could write everything I was discovering and experimenting with, so that others may benefit as well. was born.

15 years later, I’m still researching, testing, improving, learning, and sharing.

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