My name is Lenita Miller, 58 years old. I’ve got type 2 diabetes, I’m unemployed and I live alone with my 8-year-old pet named Tweenie. I feel lonely sometimes looking for a company, I don’t go anywhere except on Wednesdays when my care provider comes. I inherited diabetes from my father who raped me when I was 12. It’s tough trying to maintain a healthy diet when you’re single. I pray for a husband after God’s will, so I can get sexual fulfillment and to be held tight at nights.
I’ve had 3 strokes and a brain aneurysm. Perhaps my health is more important than the matters of the heart but I guess that’s why I joined this study. My family responded to my diagnosis by a sort of non-silently way. I wonder sometimes if they really care or love me. It doesn’t matter how they feel. I love myself and I don’t ask anyone for anything.
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Independent is what I try to be. A single aging African American woman with type 2 diabetes who is struggling to keep it together. Being a winner and a true leader is what motivates me each morning to get out of bed. My children and grandchildren are the reason why I stay strong because I’m a miracle and I want others to see me as such.