Sunday, May 16, was the final day of this year' s Diabetes Blog Week — which I hope will be an annual affair. The closing topic was life after a cure. I must admit that weekends are reserved for my family, so I didn't participate in real-time, but the topic is fascinating!
Of course I could go on myself about how I'd don my hiking boots and run outside to trample all my diabetes supplies, or eat a stack of pancakes with a full cup of ooey-gooey syrup... But I decided it would even more fun to take a look around. What was the consensus among the community, if any?
What would we all do if our pancreases suddenly snapped back into working order?
I spent yesterday reading my way through the thoughts of many of the 142 participants in this unusual blog rally. Here are the sentiments that seemed to be trending:
* Serious Skepticism *
From DBlogWeek organizer Karen, reflecting the thoughts of many of us:
"Yeah, well, when I was coming up with post topics this seemed like a fun way to end Diabetes Blog Week on a high note. But as I sit down to write this post, it's tough... Because, to be honest, I don't believe I'll see a cure.
"Don't get me wrong - I do believe in a cure. I believe the children with diabetes now will see a cure - it's the reason I still do diabetes walk-a-thons. I just stopped believing in a cure before my time runs out."
"...All of the things I do to manage diabetes have worked their way seamlessly into my life and doing them has become second nature. I would be overjoyed not to have to do them anymore. But I'm pretty sure I'll always have to and most of the time I am okay with that."
* The NEED to Believe *
From Saucy RedHead:
"I think believing in a cure is what keeps me going. If I had to readily accept that I would be injecting myself every day for the rest of my life or live attached to needles and tubing, I don't think I could."
"I've been trying to focus on the positives of this disease. I think of all the people I've educated who will no longer say, 'Are you sure you can eat that?' I think of the technological advancements so that pumps no longer require tubing, glucometers no longer require a pint of blood and you can test your blood sugar without ruining your fingertips. I think of Islet Cell Transplants, The Artificial Pancreas Project & discovering pigs can't develop diabetes (read it here). We're getting closer and closer to a cure every day. This is thanks to countless researchers, scientists and PWDs & their supporters who are spending time and raising money to make this dream a reality."
* Smart-Ass Humor ;) *
"If they find a cure, I will keep you updated on how this goes. Maybe do a blog post from jail for running down the street naked. Do you think they will let me use their wifi?"
And from Kelly Kunik:
"I'd take all the money I spent in diabetes supplies and buy myself a nice beach front property, because God knows I'd have the down payment for one since I no longer spent money on diabetes related supplies, medications, doctors, etc. ...
"And when I went out on my boat, (HELLO, I live on the beach, so I will most definitely need a boat) I'd be able to leave the house with just my keys (on one of those keychains boaters use that have a little floaty thing in case they drop in the water) instead of a mini pharmacy.
"I do know for absolute certain I'd throw a party and invite the D-OC. ... I'd have CRUMBS BAKE SHOP cater - it would be fabulous and filled with carbs — and no one would think twice."
* A Little Vengeance *
From Michael Hoskins:
"The mission that would take up the remaining time of my day... replacing the injections and D-Management that had previously been my reality: hunting down every doctor who ever told a Type 1 kid or parent that diabetes would be cured within five or even 10 years. I'd take a syringe and stab them in the abdomen, arm, or leg with it - ensuring that I hit a muscle so that the pain seizes them completely and radiates throughout their body. Blood would likely gush, as I've seen so many countless times in my own life."
And from Meri, a mother of 3 kids with Type 1 diabetes (more painfully funny than vengeful, actually):
"I would go to the pharmacy and tell the pharmacist that I have an important message for him, and then I would lean in very secretive like, like really close to his face and stick out my tongue and give the biggest, fattest raspberry right in his face, with the greatest force I could muster, and then walk out not saying another word."
* Freedom!! *
From Ophir at The Conscious Diabetic:
"I would be able to do more physically: Exercise when I want and how much I want without the fear of lows and highs. I could go into a pool or the ocean and not have to worry about my pump sitting in a bag unattended, or how much time I've spent without it attached. I could eat almost whatever I want to eat whenever I want to eat it (I do still have celiac). Hey, perhaps some of the complications I've developed would reverse and my body would heal?"
"I would be able to wear clothing and not see a bulging pump underneath my shirt. I wouldn't have to prick my fingers or change my pump every three days. I wouldn't feel guilty anymore for not using a CGM (I find the needle way too big and so I just don't use it). I wouldn't have to excuse myself and check my sugars when others are socializing.
I would feel free."
* Maintaining Connections *
And last not least, the sentiment — which I share — of not wanting to lose the amazing connections we've developed through social media, with others who've lived through this thing:
From my good buddy Scott Johnson -
"I imagine basking in the positive feeling of my body healing itself of any and all diabetes related damage. I imagine having a bunch of extra mental energy and capacity, which I could direct toward something besides diabetes.
"I imagine all of us staying in touch, growing old and sharing stories of our lives after diabetes, because that is what friends would do."
* The End *
(Or is it...?)