But after 30 plus years of being told they a cure is "only 10 years a way," I’m more than a little jaded.
I don’t spend all my time thinking about a cure because I’d never be able to enjoy my life in the now.
But I still want, hope, and fight for a cure to be found and our right as PWDs to be cured.
I think life would be the same but different. It would still be complicated, but some how less so.
Life with a cure would be like it is with out one - except it would require less thinking, planning, & added diabetes expenses. I’d throw out all my supplies in huge Hefty Garbage bags and do "The Happy Dance” as I dragged them to the curb and said "So long."
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.
I’d have more time to learn new things, maybe even become fluent in a couple of languages, because my head would no longer be filled with meal time math calculations and other diabetes crap facts that we need to know in order to survive.
I’d be more bright eyed and bushy tailed because I’d sleep better. No more middle of the night lows or sky rocketing highs that leave me sleepy during the workday.
Spacial issues regarding doorknobs would no longer need to be avoided and my fingers would no longer have freckled and calloused fingertips.
My beach house would give me beachfront access and I would take long swims in the ocean and pool, without unplugging anything.
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 DOC.
It would be at the beach and we’d all spend the day swimming. We’d BBQ and I’d ask for extra sauce for my slow cooked ribs. There would be a pasta buffet with lasagna; spaghetti & meatballs, and the cheesiest manc and cheese any one’s ever tasted. The main course would be followed by an unlimited amount of cupcakes and truckloads of Ben & Jerry’s.
I’d have CRUMBS BAKE SHOP cater - it would be fabulous and filled with carbs – and no one would think twice..
At the end of the day there’d be a huge bonfire, and we’d all hang out, talking and laughing and having a fantastic time.
There’d be lots of laughter and hugging and champagne toasts.
And every single on of us, type 1, 2, or 3, would breathe easier.
On second thought, I guess I think about it more than I thought.
Hope does indeed float~