As my daughter Holly, then 9, thirstily gulped water, I couldn’t help but be concerned.
A symptom of type 1 diabetes, it’s a serious condition if left unmanaged, as the body can’t break down sugar.
I know - I was diagnosed with it on Pancake Day 1992, after splurging on sugar and ending up hospitalised.
Neither Holly, her brother Max, then 7, and sister Gemma, 5, had shown signs before August 2013.
‘Test her blood,’ my wife, Janet, 42, suggested to me.
Sure enough, Holly’s sugar levels were sky high. But she’d seen me inject insulin, and my brave girl wasn’t fazed when she got an official diagnosis.
In 2015, Holly attended a Diabetes Summer Camp in Virginia, USA.
There, Sebastien Sasseville, a diabetic, gave a speech.
‘He’s climbed Everest…
