doctors staring down at him.
“What’s going on?” John asked groggily.
“We’re trying to figure out why you’re still alive,” one of the doctors explained.
John was not quite twenty years old when he found out the hard way that he’s a type 1 diabetic. When he was taken to the hospital in South Carolina, his blood sugar was 1,680 mg/dL. Non-diabetics tend to fluctuate between 70 and 140 mg/dL. John was supposed to be dead. Instead, he was released from the hospital five days later, and before heading back to Boston, he went to see his father on the nearby Catawba reservation.
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