I'm a little sad now that Diabetes Blog Week is drawing to a close, thanks to Karen's great idea to bring the D community together, talking about diabetes and the triumphs and challenges that touch our lives every day. For me, I've achieved a personal goal. I committed to posting every day on the topic of the day, and I have done so. All the while still dealing with diabetes and all things that life has thrown at me through a busy work week. Yay me. But today I'm going to dream a little dream for life after the cure.
Day 7 - Dream a little dream - life after a cure. To wrap up Diabetes Blog Week, let’s pretend a cure has been found. We are all given a tiny little pill to swallow and *poof* our pancreases are back in working order. No side effects. No more insulin resistance. No more diabetes. Tell us what your life is now like. Or take us through your first day celebrating life without the Big D. Blog about how you imagine you would feel if you no longer were a Person With Diabetes.
So here goes, I'm going to dream a little dream, much like a movie. After all, movies are great dream catchers.
- No more testing
- I'd buy clothes that I wouldn't have to worry where to clip or stash my pump, or cause unsightly bulges under my clothing
- No worries about untimely warnings from my pump
- No worries about nightly lows, lows in public or unfamiliar places, or any lows... ever
- I could eat Chinese food or pizza and not worry about going high several hours later
- No more worries about my infusion set getting pulled out and realizing that I don't have a spare set with me, and won't be home for several hours
- No more middle of the night trips to the drug store (30 minutes trip) when I forget to buy insulin
- No more worries about whether I have enough pump supplies to get me through the weekend
- I wouldn't have to read a nutrition label every time I ate something
- No more carb guessing for homemade foods... and related... no worries about figuring out how many carbs are in everything single freakin' thing
- I might buy myself some pretty shoes
- I'd have a piece of fudge and not have to count carbs
- No more quarterly trips to the endo and no more anxiety about what my A1C might be
- No more quarterly blood tests prior to visiting said endo
- No more worrying about the myriad of D complications that could befall me
- No more worries about how I'm a worry to my family
- I'd wonder where my D friends are hanging out now that they don't have D to talk about anymore
- No ugly. Pure awesomeness.
The Best of All
- So much more time to do things that really matter in life.
It Could Happen
Until this dream comes true, the dream of a cure, I challenge all of the players out there - the researchers, the manufacturers, the governments, the legislators - all of those who can possibly have a hand in making even a piece of this dream come true, to reach for the stars...
All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
As I wake from this dream, and brought back down to earth, I remember...
You can't always get what you want
So I've decided to go for the Best of All, and the rest will be whatever it is, and always dream of One Day...