Tuesday morning, Richard’s blood sugar dropped so low I couldn’t pull him back. Before an EMS team arrived, there was a moment when I thought he might die. It was a fleeting moment, one of those image bubbles you picture of dented cars and flashing lights on the side of a road. He would die on the floor, where he had slipped to. He would stop breathing,…
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