It was Saturday night. Alarm bells rang. Horns blasted. Lights flashed. I clutched my chest and fell to the floor screaming, carpet burn instantly burst into flame on my right forearm and cheek. My eyes closed and there it was – a time-lapsed video that was my life. It played out longer than I expected for a mere 42 years. (I guess no one ever said I was boring.) So this was it. This was how it was all going to end. I was a total cliché – death by heart attack from 32 years of type 1 diabetes. Actually, that’s not how it happened at all. You see, I…