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.