When Katie Couric told me about a “possible new treatment for Type 1 diabetes”, I sat on the edge of my couch wide-eyed with my hand over my mouth. I was in shock. Could this be it? Could this be the cure?
But, now, a few days later, I’m just cautiously optimistic.
I’ve read blog posts covering this. I’ve read some that seemed hopeful and some that seemed very doubtful. At times, I feel like I need to subdue my hope for a cure. Because, I hear many naysayers out there. The ones who say, I’ve had this for too long to hope. Or the ones that say I don’t want to set myself up for disappointment. And, I understand where they are coming from. But, I can’t help but believe that one day there will be a cure.
I’ve read as many articles as I could about this “new treatment” the last few days. It’s risky, very risky. I read one article where the guy said it wasn’t as bad as someone being treated for cancer.
But, I’m a nurse. Some times when you wipe out a person’s immune system, they die. If they get a cold, they die. It takes away all of their defenses.
Even though I’m a little mad with Riley’s immune system, I don’t want to see it wiped out.
On the flip side, I think it’s great what these researchers in Brazil have done. They have taken a huge step in finding the key to unlock the cure for this disease.
My hope now is that because of this research, someone else will find an easier, better way to alter the immune response.
After typing that, I feel a little more apprehension. Because, it’s got to be risky messing with someone’s immune system, right? And, if that’s what it takes to get rid of this disease….
Ugh, I hate myself for getting excited. I hate that I cling to every little bit of research that’s out there, hoping it’s going to be the cure. But, I can’t help it.
Because, I have a four year old that I love more than life itself.
I have a four year old that I watch lie on the floor with a blank expression when he gets too low. I have a four year old that gets very cranky because he feels like crap when his sugar is high. I have a four year old that endures needle pricks an average of 10-12 times a day and every three days I watch tears well up in his eyes when it’s time for a site change. I have a four year old, that because of this disease, statistics say that his life span will be 20 years shorter than the average person. I have a four year old that statistics also say will have some form of complication from this disease by the time he’s 23.
I have a four year old that when he talks about playing for the NBA, follows it up with, “But I hope I’ll be cured by then.”
And, a lump forms in my throat, and tears sting my eyes. And, I think, there’s got to be a cure one day. There just has to be.
Because, I can’t stand the thought of my child having this disease forever. I just can’t.
And, that is why when smiling Katie told me of these researchers in Brazil, I did a little happy dance.
Because I have a four year old with diabetes.
It’s as simple as that.