By: Mason Mattu, Section Editor In September 2019, I lay in a hospital bed at BC Children’s Hospital. A nurse hovered over me, poking my finger with a device I had never seen before. I winced. What was going on? What was happening to me? I wanted to ask many questions, but my throat was so dry it hurt to speak. The fluorescent lighting, beeping monitors, and hospital staff whispers around me converged into one panicked environment. All summer long, I was frequently drinking water and feeling excessively thirsty. Over the course of that summer, I had lost so much…
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