Think about who you can count on for help when you’re sick.
Is it your doctor? A close friend? A parent?
For me, it’s my 10-year-old son Steven.
I was an unemployed, single mother of a toddler when I learned that
I had type 2 diabetes. Not long after, I was diagnosed with breast
cancer. As you can imagine, it was daunting, but I knew I had to fight
to be there for my son.
Steven was only four when I went through chemotherapy. Although he
was young, he helped in his own special ways. When I was tired, he
made sure I took time to rest. He always asked if I needed anything.
We found strength in each other as I fought for my life.
I’m thankful to say I’m now a breast cancer survivor, but that
battle took a toll on my diabetes. My weight went up and my A1Cs hit
an all-time high. By working with a new doctor, we found a treatment
that works for me. My A1C numbers are at the lowest they’ve been since
I was diagnosed. I’ve also lost a significant amount of weight.
Steven watches me give myself injections and take pills daily to
manage this disease. The strength he’s shown, watching his mom beat
cancer and continue the fight with diabetes, keeps me going. He’s
cheered me on with each pound I’ve lost and says I give better hugs
now because his arms can wrap around my waist. For me, there’s no