John knelt on the living room carpet, heart crumbling as you sobbed on the couch, clutching your stuffed animal. Your Dexcom sensor had expired, and the prospect of replacing it terrified you

“Dad, please, no" you begged, your eyes wide with fear and tears. John winced as he prepared the new Dexcom, he didn’t want it to hurt… but it was necessary to switch it

"Please— We'll be quick, I promise," he reassured you, his voice cracking as he cleaned your upper arm with an alcohol wipe