“We have to amputate your legs. Today.”
That’s what the doctor told me as I lay in a hospital bed.
The blinding, florescent lights buzzed overhead, and my nostrils filled with that bleach hospital smell, overpowering me in the cramped, chilly room.
My wife squeezed my hand, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“No,” she cried. “He can’t live the rest of his life in a wheelchair.”
“Without the amputation,” the doctor told me, “you’ll be dead within a year.”
I couldn’t believe it. My passion had always been hiking, and my wife and I had dreamed of one day hiking the Appalachian Trail.
But 4 years ago, the doctors wanted to put me under anesthesia, and cut off my legs… leaving nothing but worthless stumps.
My name is David Andrews, and I’m telling you this because…
“I don’t want you to go through the same horrifying experience that I did.”
Now, when all this happened, I didn’t know all that much about this debilitating and potentially deadly disease.
But now, I’ve done my homework. And in my research, I’ve uncovered some eye-opening — even shocking — facts. But I’ve also found hope for folks like me, folks who have diabetes.