Pre-Diabetes, Type 1 and Type 2 Diabetes Solution 😍
My name is David. I’m a 51ys old man with a wife and 2 children, and I’m the owner of a 5-star restaurant. A few years ago, I almost lost everything, I used to suffer from the worst Diabetes problem…
I’ll never forget that day in my restaurant’s kitchen…
I was understaffed on a Saturday evening – the busiest shift of the week.
My stress was through the roof, my heart was pounding, and the kitchen felt hotter and more humid than ever.
I received an order for a medium-rare steak…
…and then my knees went weak. The next thing I knew; I woke up in the hospital.
I saw my wife and 2 teenage kids sitting around me, their eyes red and puffy from crying.
The room smelled like cleaning liquid, and I heard the steady beeping of the heart monitor.
When my wife saw I was awake, she threw her arms around me, then called for the doctor.
My son and daughter looked at me like they were watching their daddy die, and I guess they were.
The doctor came in and explained what happened.
“You went into a diabetic coma,” said the doctor. “Your blood glucose level was at 1,174.”
One of the other chefs had rushed me to the hospital. If I’d been alone when it happened, I’d be dead.
The doctor cleared his throat like he was nervous about telling me something even worse…
Because your diabetes is so advanced, we’ll need to amputate your legs…
- I didn’t believe it. The doctor had to be wrong.
- How was I going to support my family?
- I couldn’t run a restaurant kitchen from a wheelchair!
- I would spend my last years crippled and useless.
- The future felt like a dark, terrifying path that I didn’t want to go through.
- It was like they had ripped away my golden years of retirement, robbed me of my chance to meet my grandchildren, and destroyed the life I’d worked so hard to build. But I’ll get to that in a second.)
Now, all the time I was thinking this, my wife was arguing with the doctor.
And trust me, when my wife gets upset, she tends to get what she wants.
When I started listening again, she was telling the doctor, “there is no way you’re cutting off his legs.”
“The longest we can wait to amputate is 90 days (3 months),” said the doctor. “If we wait any longer, it will be too dangerous.”
My wife gave a short little nod like she’d won, but the tears glistening in her eyes told me she was heartbroken.
While waiting for the day for the amputation, a Facebook post saved me.
My friend shared an article about a powerful solution which saved me from the problem and even from the amputation.
After about 3 months of using the solution, I went back to my doctor and behold, he said this to me "3 months ago you had about the worst case of Type 2 Diabetes I’ve ever seen. And now it’s like you never had it at all. It’s a miracle."
My wife and I have decided to help people suffering with this problem...
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