Two Tiny Punctures in My Son’s Hospital Cup Led to a Timeline My Husband Couldn’t Explain

She did not make a diagnosis from his appetite.

She made it harder for any of us to dismiss what she had seen.

Back in room 412, I sat beside my son while he finished another piece of toast.

The replacement drink stayed where Patricia could account for it.

I had begun counting who touched it.

PART 2 — The Answers Noah Had Not Given

Noah had been sick for days.

There had been nausea, poor appetite, and meals he stopped after a few bites.