My dear adopted uncle has been living with diabetes for as long as I've known him.
First it took his leg below the knee, and then it took his little toe on his one foot. And last night, it took his last foot.
Now he has no foot to stand on, even though he wanted to be happy.
I will not understand how this makes anyone happy to live like that. And would never wish that kind of suffering on anyone. Ever.
Let's just do the best we can, to live in the best way possible.
