Life Goes By
If you have not yet heard all the buzz in the diabetes community this week, I am jealous of you. I am an optimist until the end. When faced with a problem, I will always find a sincere “well, at least…” statement and wholeheartedly believe in it. When my phone buzzed asking if I had seen that article, I didn’t know what to say. Diabetes is where my optimism draws a line. I’m not being negative about this disease, but I do want to be realistic. If I live my whole life waiting for the cure in 5 years, I’m going to be disappointed many times.
I don’t care what the technical definition of the word cure is. For me a cure means I have to do NOTHING. I don’t have to take any more medications. There will be no more pokes. There will be no more needles. It will be gone FOREVER. I will able to start exercising on a whim just like PWoDs. I will be able to eat pizza & bagels & pasta & cupcakes and not have my blood sugar go to high (although my real person body probably wouldn’t feel too good.)
I don’t believe that taking anti-rejection drugs is a cure. Could it be an advancement in diabetes treatment? YES. Do I support advancements in the way this disease is treated? YOU BET! I want all the people who are working on them to continue to work on them. Would testing once per day be an advancement? Yes. What about once per week? DOUBLE YES. Would I accept these advancements with open arms? Yes. Will I tell you my life is better with these advancements? Yes. Will I tell you that I no longer have diabetes? No. Any work geared towards insulin & sugar in my body means I still have diabetes. I’m okay with that right now. I have always understood that diabetes is here to stay. I’m not going to sit on my ass and wait for that cure, because instead I’d be watching my life go by. That’s not something I’m willing to give up.
(Here are how some others feel)