IT HAS NEVER BEEN HEARD IN NIGERIAN and It’s NEW in Nigeria.
You really need to benefit from this. I want you to finally say BYE BYE to Diabetes. You’ll finally normalise your blood sugar and Jump Start your pancreas
My name is David. I’m a 51ys old man with a wife and 2 children, and I’m the owner of a 5-star restaurant.
Now, I’m going to share my story with you, and honestly, it’s a little embarrassing, but it’s worth it to help you get free from your disease.
A few years ago, I almost lost everything.
I’d been suffering from Type 2 Diabetes for over a decade.
I always had to worry about which foods would send my blood sugar off the charts. Heck, I became a chef because I loved food, and now I was stuck eating bland, boring meals.
I was a burden on my family, and I was terrified my kids would end up with my disease.
Every single day I had to prick my finger to test my blood sugar, then give myself painful insulin shots.
I was spending about 63,000 Naira per month on insulin.
I tried the other diabetes medications that my doctor recommended. That was a disaster. I emptied my bank account and just about killed myself taking them. Most of the drugs made me feel nauseous all the time, and most of them made me fat.
Even when I spent a week at the beach with my family, I couldn’t relax, always worrying about my blood sugar, and whether I could get back to cooler if I needed insulin.
My Type 2 Diabetes was emptying my wallet, destroying my body, and making my life miserable.
I felt trapped.
You’ve probably felt that way before… terrified that your diabetes is going to make your life worse and worse, until it finally decides to kill you.
But for me, it was about to get even worse.
I’ll never forget that day in my restaurant’s kitchen…
I was understaffed on a Saturday evening – the busiest shift of the week.
My stress was through the roof, my heart was pounding, and the kitchen felt hotter and more humid than ever.
I received an order for a medium-rare steak…
…and then my knees went weak. The next thing I knew; I woke up in the hospital.
I saw my wife and 2 teenage kids sitting around me, their eyes red and puffy from crying.
The room smelled like cleaning liquid, and I heard the steady beeping of the heart monitor.
When my wife saw I was awake, she threw her arms around me, then called for the doctor.
My son and daughter looked at me like they were watching their daddy die, and I guess they were.
The doctor came in and explained what happened.
“You went into a diabetic coma,” said the doctor. “A Non-Ketotic Hyperglycemic Hyperosmolar Coma. Your blood glucose level was at 1,174.”
One of the other chefs had rushed me to the hospital. If I’d been alone when it happened, I’d be dead.
The doctor cleared his throat like he was nervous about telling me something even worse…
“Because your diabetes is so advanced, we’ll need to amputate your legs… I’ve scheduled the surgery for this afternoon.”
It’s every diabetic’s worst fear: amputation.