Last February, my Endocrinologist asked me to be a volunteer counselor at a weekend retreat for teenagers with diabetes. For years, she’d tried to get me to attend as a camper and I’d refused, for many reasons, but mostly because the idea of having someone checking up on me every half hour was horrifying. Unlike many of the people I know who have diabetes, my parents allowed me to learn how to take care of it completely on my own right from the start. What I discovered during the weekend...