A New Story

My mother-in-law told me a story tonight that I have never heard about Kent.  When Kent was 7 years old, he was diagnosed with diabetes.  Which that story I've known.  But what lead up to that, I've never heard.

Kent (at 7) was drinking lots and lots of water.  He was always thirsty and he was always having to go to the bathroom.  All of which are some signs of diabetes.  One night Kent and his parents were watching TV and a commercial came on.  It was of a guy in a karate outfit doing some kicks.  Across the screen came the words "The Silent Killer".  Every time the man would kick a new symptom of diabetes would come up.  After the commercial was over Kent's parents looked at each other knowing that Kent had all those symptoms.  Kent's dad told Kent's mom that she needed to call the doctor in the morning.  So she did.  They get to the doctor and tell her everything and she immediately says well we're going to test for diabetes.  So they did.  Kent's blood sugar came back in the 400's (90-110 is "normal").  His urine was in the 2000's which it was probably higher but that was has high as their charts went.  The doctor told them to immediately go home, get their clothes and go to Children's to be admitted, that they were waiting for them.  As soon as they got their things and were on the way Lori (mother-in-law) said she turned around to look at Kent in the back seat.  He had laid down because he was tired.  She said his face was a bright red and she felt of his head.  He was burning up.  By the time they got to the hospital his fever was 104.  Infection was starting to set in.  So they get him hooked up and every thing and he was in the hospital for 7 days.  The doctor told MIL that if they would have waited just 3 more days, Kent would have slipped into a coma.

Lori told me that they never saw that commercial of the karate guy again.  Ever.  Now tell me there isn't a God.