Oxnard—As I reflect on the last 38 years as a Diabetic, I consider myself one of the lucky ones, of the millions of patients who’ve endured this miserable disease.
A LONG time ago, when I was first diagnosed, I thought it would help me to learn all I could about this disease, so I took Advanced First Aid, and by the time I graduated, I ended up being number one in the entire class. That’s never happened in my life. Yes, I was a perpetual C student.
Fast forward a couple of decades, after my first wife and I went our separate ways, I decided to seek a new career and to leave the restaurant business.
I enrolled in an EMT-B (Emergency Medical Technician Basic Course) and finished in the top 10 percent of the class.
Shortly after that, I took the State Test and did very well. I scored in the 88th percentile.
My first job was with a Medical Transport Company in Dunellen, New Jersey, and we would spend most of the day hauling Diabetics and Kidney patients to Dialysis.
Reality hit me right in the face as I took people missing hands, feet, toes, arms, and…
