For the final day of Diabetes Blog Week, we’re asked to imagine Life After the Cure. So here’s what I’d do after being relieved of my Type 1 status:
I’d start by eating. I’d eat all the cheese and alfalfa sprouts and sunflower seeds and vitamin-fortified tablets I could get my paws on. Then, I’d exercise for hours on end, without once thinking about my blood sugar. I’d dig and run and climb as long as I felt like it. I’d run a few mazes, and do two or three hours on the wheel. When I was finished, I’d eat some more.
I’d have children by the dozen. Imagine how great it must be to reproduce with such reckless abandon! A new batch of pink, squiggly infants to cuddle every two or three months! Without diabetes, getting through the pregnancies would be a breeze.
After four or five litters, I’d start planning my escape. I’ll get one of the kids to wiggle through the bars and open the door from the outside, and then we’ll all make our way down the hall and to the ground floor and —
Oh, am I supposed to be writing about what it would be like if humans were cured of Type 1 diabetes? Yeah, I don’t see that happening soon.