http://sports.espn.go.com/nba/news/story?id=3922880 SALT LAKE CITY -- Utah Jazz owner Larry H. Miller has died from complications of type 2 diabetes at age 64. Miller was at home with his family when he passed away, team officials said in a statement Friday. Miller had his legs amputated 6 inches below the knee in January and suffered a heart attack last summer. He was hospitalized for nearly two months.
That poor guy's been through hell the past few years. As sad as it may sound, I'm almost happy for him that he can finally rest.
That's not really sad to hear and is completely understandable. Some people go through so much living that you know they're better off without the agony and suffering.
Here's my little soapbox.. for those of you who are overweight (I know we have a thread about losing weight somewhere) and have a family history of diabetes - I hope you get checked for diabetes. I'm a pediatrician and I can tell you, I see this unfortunately more and more in overweight teenagers - so you are never "too young". it sucks to take meds for something that doesn't have a hell of a lot of symptoms until too late, but Larry Miller's story isn't that unusual either. oh by the way, I was diagnosed at about age 35 with diabetes also...
Very, very sad to hear, but when I leave the earth I also hope it's with my friends and family. God bless.
its sad that he died and all that other stuff and good he no longer has to suffer (he lost both legs or one due to complications recently)... now i hope one of his kids runs that evil empire known as the Utah Jazz into the ground
It also sucks to be sick from the medications used to treat diabetes. I was diagnosed 2 years ago this month, and have had a hell of a time getting the right balance of medication(s) to 1) treat my condition and 2) not make me feel sick all the time. I am constantly feeling sick either with diabetes itself or the treatment for it. It feels like a losing battle, even when it's going its best. In addition to the feelings of sickness all the time, I've had the added "bonus" of gaining 52 pounds in the past two years as a side-effect of my treatment(s). This story bothers me on a profound level. I feel sorry for Mr. Miller and anyone else who has to live with this type of hell. It's sometimes impossible to make someone understand exactly how badly diabetes can make you feel. Friends, family, etc. don't truthfully understand it, even when they try. May Mr. Miller rest in peace. I hope the rest of us suffering with this disease don't end up seeing him anytime soon.
