Dreaming of a Cure for Diabetes
July 16th, 2012 |
Published in
Wellness Diabetes
Oh yes, I dream of a cure. A cure for diabetes. I dream of the day I turn on the morning news and see “They did it! They cured diabetes!” scrolling across the TV screen. I will run to my car, drive to the diabetes center in my town, and wait in line with everyone also who is beyond overjoyed that their bodies will finally begin to do what they were supposed to be doing all along: embracing our islet cells, producing insulin, and keeping our blood sugars in that glorious non-diabetic range of 70 to 120 mg/dL.
Then I begin to dream of the very first day. The very first day since 1999 that I can say, “I am not diabetic.” The day when I can wake up in the morning and just walk into the woods with my dogs, without stabbing my overly-wounded fingertips for the first of 6 to 8 times that day. The day I can sit down for breakfast, with a hot cup of coffee, and not have to take an injection of insulin, again; one of many that I will be taking that day.
And that’s where my dream gets stuck. That’s where my dream kind of hangs in the air, because even though I’ve lived the first 13 years of my life without diabetes, today, it’s all I can remember.
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