Diabetes: What If?

We bleed through this disease in more ways than one, but what if? And I’m not proposing some miracle cure, some hogwash alternative remedy beyond the honest diet and exercise. What I am proposing is purely theoretical – a fantasy or nightmare – what would you give up to stop the bleeding? Could you lose time to make time? And this is where it gets rather outlandish; her is the proposal; one year only (12 months, 365 non leap days) in a medically induced coma; where you lay there, sugar levels constantly monitored; fed and medicated through a drip; nothing fancy, nothing technical, just lots and lots of sleep to be caught up as you lay there oblivious to the world and your family pop in to visit – even the press have popped in to take a few snaps, you are flavour of the month.

It’s nice not to worry about money isn’t it? Your better half holds your hand, every day, playing the songs you love and whispering how they love you. Phoebe has had a baby! Your cousin Joey turned 21 today; he will be in a prison cell before he makes 22. Aunt Monica had a heart bypass; uncle Chandler, he’s got that angina.

Orderlies’ stretch and work your muscles; your colostomy bag is pure as the driven snow. That job you hated, they got taken over, under new management, said they had to let you go. Something in your contract: seems your days off in absenteeism have made your productivity terminally ill.

And your eyes are healing nicely. Your Dr. said you couldn’t do it but you did; all those little vessels retracting and BMI back to perfect. Twinkle toes the Nurses’ call you, but no one is around to hear them. Your life partner, the one you love, the one you drove crazy with the fluctuating blood sugar emotions, now makes your best friend very happy. It was hard to look at you, watch you sleeping; they had to take comfort in someone.

Hey, uncle Chandler and his angina. I’m sorry. What? We are forgetting, you didn’t even know he was ill when you went under.

Well that’s you then, time to get up, wakey-wakey-eggs-and-bacey, an ice cube in your mouth and peace of mind. A healing rest untouched by stress in a tidy, empty room.

And on a good day, diabetes is not such a bad disease to have.

By Paul Cathcart, Author of, ‘Persona Non Grata with Diabetes.’


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Carefree? When was the last time one of us felt carefree?

Neuropathy creeping in over your legs, shooting pains into the soles of numb feet; no amount of antidepressants is going to win, no elevated feet or Deep-Heat are going to defeat the inevitable.

Eye screening clinic, results are in, it’s far from good news. How many more times can they hack and gouge those mistaken blood vessels before all gets dark?

Clammy forehead, weak, shaking, losing focus; those were the good old days. Nerve damage, heat, collapsed in a heap: family and neighbours always close at hand? How long till you diabetic coma in the bath?

What if? What if there was a rewind button and you could go back to being that healthy, happy, rejuvenated diabetic, taking it all in your stride? If you knew then what you know now and you had the chance to reset?


So here is the trade-off. One year. One year of your life: no scary tubes or surgery for you to worry about, you will be perfectly sound asleep. Placed into a medically induced coma and monitored / assisted into 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days of perfect blood sugar, allowing for your body to mend itself under deepest hibernation. Nerve endings reaching, eyes clearing – worries all gone, when you are nudged gently and stirred from slumber.

Perfect health for a loss of time; nieces and nephews have grown a few inches, family member passed away, friends and colleagues all but forgotten you, relationship has moved on with your best friend. But for a blink of an eye you are fine; you are carefree; would you do it?