I wrote this book because I kept getting ill and the hospitals could not make me better.
I wrote this book because they kept telling me to make myself better, but I couldn't and my world fell apart.
I wrote this book because I'd lost four good jobs already, and I kept finding myself in the street not knowing who or where I was.
I wrote this book because the Diabetes Industry kept telling me just to have some more insulin.
Then they told me things were a lot worse than I ever could have imagined. – So I figured things out and I made myself better. I wrote this book for you.