The Cure is the go-to daydream
What we tell ourselves while entwined
in the arms of a lover in a Queen size bed
to calm the “what ifs” circulating in the quiet
If we keep calling its name
The Cure The Cure
maybe one day it will hear us
If my future hypothetical grandchildren
were to roll their eyes at the thousandth telling
of The Cure story around the campfire
I’d die happy, for they’d only known a better world.
My grandfather was cured of polio as a child.
One summer day in high school, my friend pulled me aside at a barbecue and innocently asked, “Why does Papa have one skinny leg?”
“Polio,” was the only answer I could give.
His leg is atrophied from the polio, but the bounce in his step overrides the slight lag in his stride. Life is good. Family, friends, pasta, and red wine. What more could an Italian grandpa need?
According to my relatives, Papa was blessed while riding on a parade float during the Feast of the Three Saints. The polio disappeared after that. I always thought that Jonas Salk played a hand in his cure, but perhaps I just really like the aspect of vagueness. That’s where the faith is found, after all.
I will accept nothing less than a diabetes cure in my lifetime. Plain and simple. That faith will always be here. When I am cured, I will hold onto that faith until every individual worldwide who is touched by diabetes receives the same renewed membership at quality of life.
Type 1 diabetes has dwelled in my body for almost 25 years. It has undeniably left its mark. Freckled fingertips. Dexcom rashes. Bruises galore. As one friend recently joked, “You might want to leave those details out of your Tinder profile!” Very true.
Diabetes has permanently affected my life, and yours. I would be naïve to think that after 25 years, a cure will eradicate all of those diabetes handprints. It won’t. Some of the damage is already done. But curing diabetes is also not all about me. If I am going to be on this earth as a diabetic, if I have endured this crap for 25 years, if I know darn well how unrelenting some days are- then I cannot sit back and be okay with this in the 21st century.
We have the scientific brilliance to cure this disease. We have the technology to cure diabetes. And we most certainly have the motivation by which to accelerate research. Look no further than any diabetes blog or heartfelt Facebook post by a D parent whose child just wants to eat cupcakes like the rest of the class, with no needles involved in the process. Curing diabetes will involve faith, fundraising, advocating, and destigmatizing. The #doc is well-suited to do this job.
It is 2015. It’s about darn time for a cure. I am excited about the pending technological options which will tide us over in the interim, but ultimately we need a cure. If not for us in the here and now, then for all of the generations which will come after us. It is our moral obligation to change this status quo.
November- diabetes awareness month- is about keeping the faith. If my grandfather and his family had not believed that his polio would be cured- by whatever means- he may not have lived long enough to walk around the world free of leg braces, or to marry his high school sweetheart, or to still be madly in love so many years later. He needed a cure, too. He kept the faith, and he got the cure.
Keep the faith. Advocate long and hard this month, and always. #weneedacure
Try.
Dictionary.com says
“to attempt to do or accomplish”
“to put to a severe test”
“subject to strain, as of endurance, patience, affliction”
“to attempt to open (a door, window, etc.) in order to find out whether it is locked: Try all the doors before leaving.”
Fear.
Dictionary.com says
“the feeling or condition of being afraid.”
I fear spiders.
I fear insulin- too much and too little and not finding that happy medium dose.
I fear carbohydrates- too many or too few.
My biggest fear, though, is misconception.
If something “bad” ever happens diabetes-wise, others might think that I didn’t try.
This is why,
despite the fears,
brush the spider off the car windshield.
Say a prayer and take the insulin.
Eat the carbohydrates.
Treat the lows and the highs.
Until there’s a cure, we must
“Try all the doors before leaving.”
Try.
I love this movement because it is short and sweet (pun intended).
Check them out at: https://www.facebook.com/freediabeticsmovement and @freediabetics_
We live in a world very much capable of finding a cure for diabetes, but it will take lots of prayers, research, financing, and determination. Until then, diabetics are imprisoned in a state of constant vigilance regarding high and low blood sugars. There is no parole when it comes to type one diabetes. #weneedacure
Side Note: Very Light, No Sugar suggests looking at Faustman Lab at Massachusetts General Hospital and donating whatever you can- even the $2.00 that you would normally spend on your morning coffee- to help us to one day rid the world of diabetes.
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