Surviving Illness in the Midst of the COVID-19 Epidemic

Today my adopted son and I met his endocrinologist. He is the youngest of our six kids. He turned 21 on November 19. He was visiting his sister for a week, helping her care for a dog who had surgery. The day after his birthday, Nigel started feeling sick. He came home on the train from Richmond the next morning. By the next day, he was worse. We went to urgent care, the the emergency room, the the intensive care unit at the local hospital. He was in the hospital for the next nine days. He has diabetes. Today we learned it is Type 1 diabetes, meaning he will need insulin every day of his life. I am so thankful that there was room in our local hospital to care for my suddenly very ill son in the midst of the rapidly worsening epidemic.