A week ago, I thought I had things under control. My blog post was up on Monday and I’d jotted
down thoughts for another two; my upcoming classes with senior executives were
planned; my beard was trimmed.
On Tuesday, I ate lunch with a friend I’ve been out of
contact with for a while. He gave me
inscribed copies of his two most recent books, which I started reading that day. Then, it all changed.
We brought our
eight year old, Jopa, to the MD’s office that afternoon. She’d been showing signs of what we thought
was an infection. We were wrong. It was Type I diabetes.
