And the breathing.
Especially the breathing.
I felt my stomach drop when he said that.
Because that was the symptom that had finally pushed me past Lydia’s frustration.
I could still see Finn standing near the bathroom sink at the rental house, pale and tired after getting sick, his chest rising deeper and faster than it should have.
At the time, I hadn’t known exactly what I was seeing.
I had only known I didn’t like it.
Now there was a name for it.
Lydia covered her mouth.
“Oh my God.”
The doctor immediately reassured her that they were treating him and that bringing him in when we did mattered.
Then Lydia asked the question parents always ask when something frightening happens to their child.
“How did I not know?”
There was no accusation in the doctor’s answer.
He told her the early symptoms of type 1 diabetes could look ordinary, especially when they appeared gradually.
