Bad Blood: Living at an Epicenter of Diabetes, Defiance and Despair
By N. R. KLEINFIELD;January 10, 2006;NYTimesSantos Alicea tottered haltingly over to the art shop in East Harlem, his legs screaming. The regulars knew what he was going through. They always did - the diabetes was speaking. He confirmed this with numerical rigor: 228, his nasty ( Read more... )

Bad Blood: Diabetes and Its Awful Toll Quietly Emerge as a Crisis
By N. R. KLEINFIELD;January 9, 2006;NYTimesBegin on the sixth floor, third room from the end, swathed in fluorescence: a 60-year-old woman was having two toes sawed off. One floor up, corner room: a middle-aged man sprawled, recuperating from a kidney transplant. Next door: nerve ( Read more... )