Hi all, My dad followed a religion that doesn’t believe in medicine or doctors. He was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes 10 years ago, and for a little while, he took his insulin. There were a few times over the course of his illness that he chose to go back to his strict religious convictions and stop the insulin. And this latest time, he didn’t survive it. I am having a hard time not feeling angry, as though he chose this over his kids, his grandkids, the possibility of living 20+ more years. It’s hard not to feel that we weren’t worth it to him. At the same time, I know he didn’t stand a chance. He was born into this religion, and he was never going to be free of it. This happened last year, and I still haven’t let myself really feel much emotion.
