I used to ponder the 'why me' question as I'm the only diabetic of any type in my family, I come from a large family 8 brothers and sisters all older with the exception of my twin, I'm a great-aunty and likely to be a great-great aunty before I'm 50 (which is still several years off) even my cousins are now grandparents themselves but where every I look there isn't another diabetic of either type... (we've researched my family tree back to 1127 on my mum's side, but not quite that far on dads) no signs/hints of diabetes can be found..
I've lived with my diabetes for over 20 years, and all this time the 'cure' is just around the corner, everytime I see it mentioned yep I do the 'if, if' senerrio... I've ponder the artifical pancreas that does it all, I've even ponder the insulin that switches on and off at need and many of the other notions and ideas along the way...
But with all this ponder and wishful thinking I'm always lead back to me...
And in truth even though I wish that I could put my diabetes on the back buner, not bother with BG testing, working out my pump dose, keeping a tab on my control etc not having a care in the world about what I munch...
If the 'cure' did come along and I was offered it... I do a runner and wouldn't accept :?
I have become so accustomed to what I do day in and day out, I be too scared to accept a cure, as I actually do not know how I would cope living without doing what I've come accustomed to doing day in and day out..
Strange old world