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Around  the second week of June, I woke up feeling pretty bad. I was dizzy and when I tried to look at my cell, the numbers and words were blurry. I turned on the shower but I had to turn it off because I wasn’t sure it would be safe, feeling like I was feeling.
I decided to sit in my recliner until I felt a little better. After about 15 minutes, I felt well enough to take my shower. After showering, I went to the kitchen and prepared breakfast. Suddenly, I began to feel lightheaded again. I went back to my recliner to rest. My daughter came into my bedroom and insisted on calling 911. I finally agreed.
When the paramedics arrived, they checked my vitals. My blood pressure was a little higher than normal but it wasn’t a surprise to see that my blood sugar level was over 300. Even though I felt better, one of the paramedics told me that he felt that I should go and get checked out anyway. So I allowed them to load me up in the ambulance and take me to the hospital.
After a special test, a slight heart attack was suspected but after further tests, it was determined that it wasn’t my heart. However, some results pointed to the possibility that I may have had another stroke. Further test results ruled out a stroke. Finally a diagnosis! I was severely dehydrated.
I was given an IV and several bags of fluid. I was admitted and spent two nights before they released me.  The whole time I was there, my blood sugars continued to be over 200 which was better than it was at my last doctor’s appointment. Then it was 516!
The problem was that I never drank water. Never. I quenched my thirst with zero sugar Sunkist orange soda. I bought the bottles by the case. I remembered my doctor saying that if I only ate broccoli for the rest of my life, I would never bring my sugar levels under control. I was taking 36 units of insulin a day and still I couldn’t get to under 200. My A1C was 10.6.
But God! When I got home, I made the decision to drink water. As a matter of fact, I lost my orange soda cravings. My blood sugars suddenly began to drop. I woke up with beautiful levels—something that hadn’t happened in 20 years. There were even wee hours that it was down to 53! 53! That was crazy! I wasn’t starving myself. I wasn’t exercising. I was resting and drinking water.
I’m here to tell you that I haven’t had a drop of insulin in over month. I wake up with perfect readings. However, once I begin moving around, they would begin to rise. That baffled my doctor; he said it didn’t make sense. Movement should have the opposite effect. I was led to research the cause for myself and stumbled upon the reason. It’s called feet on the floor syndrome.
I understand one thing for sure. God has performed a miracle in me. He reversed the curse of diabetes and He did it in such a way that I had no other alternative but to give Him the glory. I have made a decision. I am preparing a platform where I will be sharing the message that if your doctor tells you that even a lifetime of eating broccoli won't help you, don’t challenge his opinion. Just give him a little blood and let your A1C do the talking.
Theresa’s Testimony
Life was lifing and I was at my wits end.  I had no one in my life that I could talk to. I was trying to make my children understand me and what I was going through but they weren’t hearing.
I discovered I was losing myself , I was walking up a hill on my 55th birthday; things weren’t great before but that day, it all came crashing down on me.  I was coming from a birthday celebration given in my honor. 
Suddenly, my world changed; it was as if I became another person. I was in the same body but it didn’t feel like myself. I couldn’t communicate to anyone that something was wrong with me. I wanted to but I wasn’t able. 
I became paranoid—thinking that people were in my house, trying to hurt me. I could actually see the people. I walked around the house talking to those people and in my mind they  were talking back to me. It was a hard journey and I was all alone. 
One night, I decided to give up and just walk away from home. I had no fear in me. I was calm even though I was walking in total darkness with no sense of direction. 
Some homeless people found me on the street. I roamed the streets day and night. Finally my son realized that I was missing. When I was found, I was taken to the hospital. The police told my son that I wasn’t in the hospital. I don’t understand to this day why my son was told that. My son didn’t give up and finally he found me.
I was in the hospital for 10 days—6 of which no one knew where I was. When I was released, I was no better than I was when I went in.
Today, I am on a medication that I requested from my doctor that has grounded me. I came home and remained the same. I would wrestle on the floor every night and would actually beat myself bloody.
Suddenly, a voice spoke to me and said “Stop! Get up! They can’t hurt you.” That night, I slept better than I had in a long time.  Mentally, I came to myself. No more voices. No more hallucinations.
I said to myself—“By Jesus’ stripes, I am healed.
Jasmine's Testimony
 
My daughter was fighting cancer while I was raising six children and pregnant with another. That was the most stressful time of my life.
I became homeless because I gave up my apartment so I could be by my daughter’s side. Some of my children had to stay elsewhere, and they were being mistreated because they couldn’t stay with us at the hospital. My husband and I were struggling, and it felt like I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders.

But look at God.

Today, we’re living in a 4-bedroom home. My daughter is cancer-free. All of my children are back home with me. My husband and I are in a great place, stronger than ever. We are now the proud parents of eight beautiful children, and we’re planning our daughter’s 3-year cancer-free celebration.
Don’t tell me what God can’t do. Have faith, stay patient, and trust His timing. He will see you through. ❤️🙏