I have a confession to make: I really don't pray for a cure.
Oh sure, I've tossed up a quick prayer here and there, but it's not a big focus for me.
Thinking about a cure distracts me from living life today.
In fact, I don't even like for people to talk about a cure. (Gasp!) It's like planning on winning the lottery one day. Who can live that way?
Yes, I would LOVE it if there was a cure for Type 1 Diabetes.
I would LOVE it if Matthew didn't have count carbs at every meal. Change the pod every 3 days. Prick his finger and test his BG 10 times a day.
It would be FANTASTIC if we didn't have to worry about lows. Or highs. Or....complications later in life.
But truthfully, my biggest prayer is that he'll always have access to insulin.
That's what scares me.
What if he doesn't have it one day?
No one can live without insulin! And DKA can happen so fast.
A cure would be a huge blessing, but in the meantime, I will be thankful for insulin.