Diabetes and Family


Diabetes and Family By June 18, 2007 No Comments

The phone rang at 4:30 in the morning.  One shrill ring cut through the unfamiliar darkness of my mother’s house.  I reached over to grab the receiver but it stopped ringing.  My head, warm from sleep and damp with sweat, pounded in the silence. I switched on the lamp by the bed and unzipped the black case that hides my…


His First Syringe

Diabetes and Family By November 28, 2006 No Comments

It was strange to see those hands, the ones that hold mine and write screenplays and play guitar, pulling the bright orange cap off of a syringe. “The plunger one first, then the cap,” he murmured to himself, exposing the tiny needle. “Pull back to get some air and then inject it into the bottle, to keep it pressurized.”  I…