Late May of 2014 he had a seizure again due to a hypo and I noticed this seizure wasn't normal it took him a very long time to recover from it but he did. The next morning he had no recollection of what happened as when the seizures occurred he lost his memory not only of that day but what he did the day before I had to sit with him and tell him everything we had done or he had done in the hope that he would remember. After that particular seizure I sat down with him and I told him how frightened I was. This was the man I loved with all my heart it broke me to see him suffer, to see him depressed. I wished and prayed every night that things would get better that he would get better. I would lie awake looking at him checking him, making sure he wasn’t hot or sweaty as I knew him sweating was a sign of a sugar low. I most definitely didn’t sleep deeply. But I didn’t mind I knew I had to be there for him when he became unwell. The talk we had on the Wednesday before he died well it seemed I finally got through and he started eating and checking his bloods more. 31st of May we had gone out for our nephew's first birthday he seemed happy and in good health things were good. We were due to go out that evening as well for a friend’s birthday.We came home and he said he would meet me later as he wanted to watch the boxing, I rang him at 9.30 he told me he was having a low and was going to get sugar but he was fine I asked if he wanted me to come home but he said no he would sort himself out and for me to go ahead and enjoy the night...
At about 2am I came home to find that Ross had sadly passed away, I cannot tell you what happened in the hours after, all I know was that I managed to call the ambulance and authorities took over and I hid upstairs in my bedroom. Tests afterwards showed that he had no food in his stomach and that he did have low blood sugar. For the past year myself and my 6 year old son have struggled through the motions of what we have lost and the suddenness of it. It doesn’t seem real. How were we not aware that this could happen. With a year behind us however I have decided I don't want anyone else to feel the pain that me and my son and Ross' family has felt, there is not much awareness of the dangers of diabetes the psychological problems that can arise from being diagnosed with the condition. I want Ross' story heard in order for people to realise how serious this condition is.
I want to help young people accept their condition I want to be there for them support them and help them come to terms with life with diabetes. More importantly I want more awareness raised. There isn’t much support for myself and my son we have had to fight in order to get the help we needed. My son is still having to go through the motions of that. Seeing my son grieving for his dad is heart-breaking. I struggle seeing him so hurt. He also has nightmares and gets angry and confused. He is
now 6 years old. His comfort is going to his dad’s grave and sitting there and talking to him. Watching him do that is a pain as a mother I can’t even describe. He should be taking comfort in his daddy’s arms not in a cemetery. I hope our story along with other stories help to change the way diabetes is spoken about.
I hope that the dangers of the condition will be highlighted in order to protect people. I am currently in the process of setting up a group so I can support young people and carers. No one should have to feel alone or live in fear of this condition and I won’t let Ross' death be in vain, I will do all I can to raise awareness that’s so desperately needed and highlighting the dangers and Ross' story hopefully will help us do this.