No, actually I didn't, my guy is no whimpy cuck, but the damn diabetes robbed him of his gifts. However he understands my appetites. As long as I am home at night he's my best friend.
Diabetes is not a death sentence. I am not certain if you are a fan of the show "King of the Hill"? There was a certain episode called "Dia-BILL-ic Shock" where Hank Hill's friend (Bill Dauterive (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Dauterive)) got diabetes and being so depressed he joined a disabled league and exercised so much he unwittingly cured himself of it. It's something you should watch and maybe try out?
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