“It doesn’t help when your blood sugar is out of whack.” There was a rap on the door, and Sara walked over, taking a handful of insulin pens from the nurse. She shut the door and told Faith, “You have to take this seriously.” “I know I do.” “Postponing dealing with it isn’t going to work. Take two hours out of your day to see Delia so that you can get yourself right and focus on your work.” “I will.” “Mood swings, sudden tempers—these are all symptoms of your disease.” Faith felt like her mother had just scolded her, but maybe that’s exactly what she needed right now.
