I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes on a cold Saturday morning in college — particularly unfortunate timing because it meant that there were no diabetes educators on duty in the student health center where I was staying. In fact, none of the nurses seemed to know much about diabetes at all — my first dinner with diabetes came with a huge plate of rice. It wasn’t until Monday that I actually got to speak to someone about what diabetes was and how it was going to affect my life. If only Riva Greenberg had published...