My husband is a type 1 insulin-dependent diabetic. I married a handsome, sexy, funny, brilliant and successful comedy writer. He shot up on our first date right at the dinner table. I allowed myself to fall in love with him knowing he had an incurable disease. I thought his illness could be “managed” with insulin. Well, maybe it can be managed if you know how to manage a serial killer, because that’s what diabetes is—a mass murderer.