Today's
Wego Health prompt is to write about a proposed cure and what you think about it.
Oh boy! I've had this post sitting in my mind FOR-EV-ER. And now it's time...
(Before I begin, I'm not trying to start a debate. These are my opinions. If you disagree, that's fine.)
I FOUND THE CURE! Woo Hoo!
No more Type 1 Diabetes!
And guess what?!? It's SOOOO simple! We just got an email about it!
All you need to do is send a picture of yourself or your CWD to this natural healer. Add a short description of the diabetes. He will make a recommendation. Probably that you buy his herbs. Herbs will do the trick. It will clear that diabetes right up! OR you might need a healing touch.
The best part? There is no charge for sending in your picture. You will need to pay for the herbs that are prescribed. And pay to go get your healing touch if that is required.
OR... What about Cinnamon? I hear that is the cure for diabetes, too! Or diet changes. That will do the trick. Or what about that moss that grows on trees?!?
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?
I know that most people who suggest these "cures" are just trying to help. I also know that they know NOTHING about Type 1 diabetes.
And although I know that their hearts are in the right place, I can't help but get.... really
MAD.
We were sent an email about a natural healer. It included the line, "I can't imagine living like you do".
And to me, that's a slap in the face.
My child has been living with Type 1 diabetes for almost 2 years.
Yes, it's been rough.
Yes, we have had to hold her down for each and every shot six times a day for six months.
Yes, we still have to fight her for site changes.
Yes, there is blood.
Yes, there are tears. Mine AND hers.
Yes, it hurts. More than those on the outside can imagine.
Yes, we worry. A lot.
Yes, we get up every night to check on her.
Yes, we function on very little sleep.
Yes, I worry about her future.
Yes, I worry about sending her to school.
Yes, I wonder if she will ever be able to live alone - without fear.
Yes, I wonder if diabetes will cut her life short.
Yes, I am afraid of complications.
Yes, I am afraid she won't wake up.
Yes, sending her to school makes me break out in a cold sweat.
Yes, I would do ANYTHING to remove this disease from her life.
ANYTHING.
I'd feed her cinnamon by the truckload. I'd totally change her diet. I'd give her herbs. I'd crawl across broken glass on my hands and knees. I'd walk across hot coals. I'd take in on MYSELF if I could. I'd travel to some far away country and climb the highest mountain to get that tree moss.
So do you really think that if there was a CURE for this disease that I'd still be "living like this"?
If it was REALLY that EASY - don't you think I would have done it?
And SERIOUSLY?!? Cinnamon or the touch of a stranger is going make her pancreas stop killing itself? BOOM - just like that?!?
Well, Dang! I guess all that testing and injecting and crying and worrying was for nothing. WHY didn't I think of that SOONER?!?
Ever wonder why people feel the need to tell you all this?!? Because you've been living with diabetes for 2, 5, 10, 20, 40 years... But - OF COURSE, you wouldn't know this...
I blame the media. I blame articles like this:
I got this little bit of lovely from
Kim of Texting My Pancreas. This will be the feature of the Reader's Digest in May. Nice, huh?
If you would like to write to the Digest and express your opinion of this - go right ahead! You can reach them at
letters@readersdigest.com!
Apparently, keeping your blood sugar "stable" (don't I just LOVE that word!) is as easy as adjusting your eating habits and staying active. THEN... You will be able to "live life on your own terms".
And while I'm already going full - on RANT... (Honestly, I'm not an angry person but this just really gets me worked up...)
"I can't imagine living like you do."
No S%@*!
No.... You CAN'T imagine it. And I hope you never do. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.
Like I said - Slap in the face...
Because even though this life is HARD. Even though this life HURTS. Even though this was NOT the life I imagined or one that I had dreamed of for my baby....
This is OUR life. And I think we do a DANG good job of LIVING it.
In spite of the numerous finger pricks.
In spite of the injections.
In spite of the site changes.
In spite of the blood.
In spite of the mountains of supplies.
In spite of all the required planning.
In spite of all the carb counting.
In spite of the hurt.
In spite of the fear.
In spite of the worry.
We have HOPE. And we have LOVE. And we have EACH OTHER.
In spite of all the ignorance.
In spite of all the false hope.
In spite of those who feel sorry for us.
In spite of those who think we caused this ourselves.
In spite of those who think a cure is as simple as an herb.
The only thing we NEED... is the CURE.
The REAL CURE.
