One of the first things I did after Lia’s diagnosis for T1 was go out and buy dress clothes. It sounds crazy, I know, especially all of these twenty-five months later. What an impulsive, irrational thing to do, right, as if $100 slacks, a couple of nice shirts,
The way the year ended was pretty much the way that it started with a trip to
the children’s wing of the hospital. Only this time our purpose there was not to
admit Lia for what would become a very long and arduous twelve months
discovering and treating diabetes,
