Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Should I cry?

The other day I had a couple of people tag me in a post or mention something about the new Google technology and having the sensor somehow be able to work in a contact lens, here is that story:

http://www.ydr.com/nation-world/ci_24961841/google-develops-contact-lens-glucose-monitor

I'll be honest, I didn't read the entire article because I personally can't stand contacts and this would never work for me. One of the people whom shared the story with me mentioned "oh yes, I forgot its all about Doug" and I missed the point she was making which was this is another potential advancement for people with diabetes or as used in social media #pwd.

This evening I saw another blog article about the Google product and that is below:

http://techland.time.com/2014/01/17/googles-smart-contact-lens-is-cool-but-id-rather-just-have-my-diabetes-cured/#ixzz2r5ykEIcV

The person in the second article who I feel quite close to for two reasons, we're both type one diabetic and he has a pretty cool name, Doug. I disagree that there is too much money being earned to prevent a cure because too much money is being made to treat diabetes but you have to start thinking a bit about which is more important, the treatment or the cure.

A few weeks back on Facebook I asked the following question:

If you donated $1,000 for the next 5 years to help fund finding a cure and because of your good deed you would never be diagnosed with the disease, would you do it?

Today I had someone in my office telling me about all the complications one has in their family because of diabetes related issues, is fear going to help cure my diabetes?

The title of this article is "Should I Cry" but for those who don't know me, a cry could be needed here and there. A shout of frustration occasionally when you seem to be doing everything right and seeing nothing but negative results. Cry, bitch, moan, complain? What good would any of that do? For my college graduation my Mother, Leann Scalia, gave me a pretty cool gift. It was a desk weight and it read "what would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail?"

I'll live another day, that's what!




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