I am very familiar with type 1 diabetes. My dad was diagnosed when I was 7, so I grew up alongside it. I knew our pantry was full of whole grains and healthier options. I knew he always had something on his arm. I knew to grab something sugary if he went low. I knew that sometimes when he was irritable, it wasn’t anyone’s fault. I was used to the periodic beeps and alarms. What I didn’t know was the permanence, the seriousness, the commitment. I didn’t know you had to plan for everything. I didn’t know you’d have to constantly calculate food, insulin, and exercise. I didn’t know there were 42