Well I don't really know where to begin, My 24 year old girlfriend recently died of complications from type 1 diabetes in which he was diagnosed at the age of 12, juvenile type 1 diabetes. We lived together for about a year and even though I knew about her condition I didn't know how out of control it was she also was a meth addict and on occasion used the club drug Extacy. I watched her go through so much suffering in and out of the ER with DKA and at night I would wake up and catch her drinking 5 or 6 cans of soda then she would go back to sleep to wake up sick again,this happened almost every other night for an entire year.There were only two physicians in the city that specialized in her condition and only one would continue to treat her because she refused to change her lifestyle and would leave the hospital against doctors orders.The doctors wouldn't even put her on the pump even though she had insurance until she proved that she could manage her condition in which she failed to do over and over.I did my best to take care of her, she often would be combative and refuse to check her insulin levels telling me that she just wanted to die. I would say to her "you have so much to live for and there is no way anyone is going to let you die" She would finally calm down allow me to help her with her insulin, this went on daily it seemed. I just couldn't take the stress anymore I was going into a deep state of depression and realized I had to take a break from all the chaos and it broke my heart to tell her that I just couldn't take the agony of watching her suffer and if she wasn't going to make immediate changes in her lifestyle, and quit doing the meth and the club drugs which were obviously were compounding the problem, I was going to leave her, and at that moment she looked at me and said goodbye. So I packed up and left and something inside of me told me that by my leaving her pretty much was a death sentence for her because even though she had family that lived with her, I was the only one that was constantly on her case and making sure she was in somewhat of control of her blood sugar.She did ok to my surprise for about a year after we split up but I noticed about six months ago when we spent the weekend together that she had lost a lot of weight,she looked frail and sick again. I didn't say anything to her about it although I wanted to but I was just so happy to see her and be able to spend time with her after almost a year or so being apart.So on April 30, 2013 I received a call from a friend telling me that she was found dead at a friend's home by the police that happened to find her by accident after responding to a domestic violence call at the home which involved the couple that lived at the residence.After an autopsy was completed their were no obvious sighns of death and they could not find anything abnormal but when the toxicology results returned her blood sugar levels were over 1,000 and she must have slipped into a coma and died from organ failure.This is by far the hardest thing I have had to experience in my life, she was only 24 years old,she was funny, very intelligent and beautiful, but the hardest part for me is the guilt I live with for not being there for her in the end!
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