My dad is 50 years old and has major complications from diabetes he's had since he was 4, gradually getting worse. When I was 4 or 5 I found him unconscious and having a seizure. Luckily my mom is an OR nurse and has taught me how to deal with these things. I managed to open his airway and keep him breathing until she could take over for me.
I've found him with a blood sugar of 12, inches away from a coma.
There are too many close calls with him for me to remember. He hasn't been home since the beginning of February, he's just been in the hospital. I know it may sound horrible some to people, but at 17 years of age, I've come to terms with the fact that my Dad's days are numbered and some day, hopefully not too soon, he won't pull through. And people wonder why I'm often dark and seem overly mature for my age... :/