The words seemed to reach Lydia in pieces.
Blood sugar.
Insulin.
Diabetes.
Serious.
She stared at him as if he had accidentally described somebody else’s child.
“Diabetes?” she said. “But nobody in our family has diabetes.”
The doctor nodded gently.
“That doesn’t mean he can’t develop type 1 diabetes.”
Lydia looked at me.
I knew enough from the ER to understand why everyone had started moving so quickly.
I also knew enough to keep my mouth shut.
This wasn’t the moment to become the nurse in the family.
This was the moment to be Finn’s aunt and Lydia’s sister.
The doctor kept explaining. Finn’s body wasn’t using glucose the way it should. Without enough insulin, his body had started breaking down fat for energy, producing acids called ketones. Those acids had begun building up.
That could explain the nausea.
The stomach pain.
The exhaustion.
