Dear friend,
Frank is 63 years old. Retired electrician. Louisville, Kentucky.
Last spring, his eight-year-old granddaughter had a school pageant.
She'd been practicing for weeks.
Talked about it every time he visited.
He sat in the third row.
The lights went down.
The kids came out on stage.
And Frank couldn't see her face.
Not clearly. Not the way he used to.
After the show, she came running up to him. Out of breath. Costume half-falling off. Biggest smile you can picture.
"Grandpa, did you see me?"
And Frank, a man who spent 38 years wiring houses, climbing ladders, never flinching…
Looked at his granddaughter…
And lied. "Of course I did, sweetheart."
His eye doctor had already warned him. If things didn't change, he would soon lose the ability to see his own granddaughter’s face.
But Frank didn’t ignore his health.
He took his meds.
He watched every carb.
He followed every order.
Yet, his blood sugar numbers refused to budge.
And not one doctor or specialist ever mentioned what a team of researchers now says was the real problem all along.
Something they're calling "Sugar Scarring."
