Two days before Christmas, my family and I were enjoying what passes for the usual holiday fare in our home when a moment arrived that no one had seen coming, changing our lives forever.
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, and