Diabetic Cyborg Life 07/06: Acceptance of Self & Now

Fatema and I on our wedding day with real flower leis as I get hair out of her face. (Courtesy Photo)

For the longest time I was sure I was going to die alone and never be part of another family besides my nuclear birth family. It’s not that I am not a sentimental and romantic fool, but I just never foresaw the reality that is with Fatema, my wife. Being alone and enjoying being in an empty room by myself was the only world I knew.