I never imagined that diabetes would bring me to the edge of death. Over the years, I was in and out of some of the biggest hospitals in Nairobi. I tried every prescribed treatment, followed strict diets, and paid for countless tests. By the time I was done, I had spent close to Ksh47M. Still, my sugar levels remained unstable, my body was weak, and complications kept piling up.
There were days I could not even walk properly. My vision blurred, wounds healed slowly, and constant fatigue became my normal life. Doctors did their best, but the condition kept returning with new problems. I felt like I was fighting a losing battle.…CONTINUE READING
