Diabetes and the metabolic syndrome

DON’T you know it’s not polite to ask a lady her age?” Rajesh teases, as she leads the writer into the living room. “I’m coming to 58,” she finally declares as she lowers her oversized body onto the sofa. She is very warm and friendly. Before long, we are chatting about her family. 

“My husband passed away five years ago,” she says. “My eldest son now runs ?” Rajesh’s sentence hangs in mid-air as she takes a breath. She then continues, “My eldest son now runs the family business.”