We’ve made big strides on our new Web site since I lastwrote to you, and it’s shaping up into an exciting anddynamic community gathering place. Once it’s beeninaugurated, you’ll want to drop in on a daily basis andcheck out what’s happened since the day before.We’re going to be posting all our articles hot off thepress, and the input from you will be right there as well, readyfor the lively back-and-forth that already animates yourletters to the editor.
Be sure to write us about whatever’s on your mind—whether it’s an inspiring personal story, a funny anecdote, or an impassioned opinion, we want to hear from you, so that you can hear fromeach other. Let’s talk.
Turning a Page
Of course, you’ll still want the actual magazine to sitdown with in your favorite chair and enjoy. Paging through amagazine is an old-fashioned pleasure that a computer screenjust can’t recreate. As you may recall from last month’s column, we’re now publishing the magazineevery other month so that we can pack it with your favoritearticles from the Web site and give our writers more opportunityfor in-depth reporting. As a result, our subscription price hasalso been halved, to just $9.95, and all pre-existingsubscriptions have been extended to twice their previous length.We hope that this will allow more people who need informationabout diabetes to subscribe; for those who cannot, the Web siteis, of course, available for free.
Say Hello to Linda
I’d like to take this opportunity to introduce our newmanaging editor, Linda von Wartburg, who’s stepping intothe ample shoes of Daniel Trecroci. Daniel, whom many of youcame to know well during his tenure as editor, has moved on tobecome a free-lance writer in order to deal with a wider rangeof health topics. Linda, who brings a fresh outlook to theposition, is settling in this month, working on the currentissue, and doing some writing. Take a look at her articles aboutsex and diabetes (if you’re 18 or over), “Women, Sex, and Diabetes” and“Men, Sex, and Diabetes”. She hopes to get to know you all very soon, so please feelfree to write to her at firstname.lastname@example.org with anyquestions or comments.
The Cure: Cynicism and (Faint) Optimism
I always love to hear from our readers, and this month there wasquite a reaction to last issue’s letter from Mr. Arnold Mellow, who described his disillusionment with cure-relatedresearch and his conviction that funds raised for a cure werelining big money’s pockets. While I share thatdisillusionment, I also can’t help being interested whensomething comes along that holds promise (even if it involves,one more time, a mouse). So I was intrigued by Dr. MichaelDosch’s discovery, reported in Cell on December 15, thatabnormal nerve endings surrounding pancreatic islet cells areinstrumental in the cause and cure of type 1 diabetes in mice. Aprotein produced by healthy nerve cells, when injected into thepancreases of diabetic mice, cured them of diabetes practicallyovernight. This research is intriguing because it calls intoquestion the conventional wisdom that autoimmune dysfunctionalone is responsible for type 1. See our complete article on the subject, “Canadian Researchers Show a Lot of Nerve”.
We All Scream For…
Driving home the other night after work, musing about how mice getall the good cures, I decided to stop at 7-Eleven for a quick snack.Somehow I ended up buying a half-gallon of Neapolitan ice cream.I’m not sure what I was thinking, maybe something about havinga small taste of each flavor and then leaving the rest as a treatfor my kids. But as soon as the ice cream and I were home, I tookoff the top and away I went. After a few bites, I found it tastedbest near the edge where it had melted slightly. You know how itgets soft and creamy, so I ate my way around the edges. Somehow Ifelt I couldn’t put my spoon down until I had“cleaned” away those soft spots around the edges. Themore I ate, the more it melted, and the more I had to tidy up. I hada bite of chocolate, then a fresh bite of strawberry, then a richspoonful of vanilla. Then I would go around again. I decided to letgo and rise up to ice cream heaven. I ate till I was full.
I took 6 extra units of insulin, but I guess that wasn’tenough. It took me until the middle of the next day to get my sugarsback to normal. As a Low-Carb guy, I was surprised. Oh well. It suredid taste good, and now my craving for ice cream is gone! But I dowonder what came over me. Was it letting myself contemplate“the cure”? Some thoughtless rebellion against theeverlasting grind of self-discipline that is diabetes? Did I simplysink into a over-indulgent ice cream coma? It doesn’t reallymatter. I pick myself up, a fatter but wiser man, and re-spin thethreads of my resolve. Next time, I’ll just get a pint.
Type 1, 32 years (and counting)
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