“Are you back?” I asked my son, as I always do when he’s had a low blood sugar and then juice.
“No,” he answered.
I checked him again: 47. Just two digits…
This past summer my daughter, Bisi, who has Type 1 diabetes, and I were hanging out on the beach on Block Island when she spotted a man walking by with…
Two years ago, my husband Mike began to feel unsteady as he walked with Tom, our oldest son, to an appointment. Mike wasn't quite walking in a straight line, and he was sweating. Tom noticed and asked Mike if he was okay. "Yes," Mike said. "I just need to get some food."
Mike was looking for a store, somewhere he could buy something - anything - to put into his mouth. He knew his blood sugar was low
Working toward a better life – and a cure – for any disease is a practice in patience. We all start out hoping for some “Lorenzo’s Oil” type of situation:…