Diabetes Freedom “Please Don’t Cut His Leg Off” My grandson cried out, tears streaming down his cheeks. Sir, You Fell Into A Diabetic Coma. The doctor told me as I blinked my eyes open, confused and scared. My wife was sitting by my hospital bed holding my hand. Her eyes were red and she looked worried. She was pleading with the Doctor… Please help us. There must be something you can do to save his leg. I was in a heavily medicated daze. But I could just about make out that the doctor wanted to amputate my leg. “We’ve done all we can to stabilize him…” the doctor told her, But it looks like it’s too late.” I couldn’t believe it. I was hours away from losing my leg to diabetes? I was 59 and had become a proud grandfather for the first time. I had plans to enjoy my retirement. To spend time with family and travel the world with my wife, Linda. I couldn’t do any of this with one leg. My life as I knew it would end in a blink of an eye. I’d be in a wheelchair at