Without a doubt I would. To me every day living with this is pure torture so I might as well be sleeping through it. I am basically 45 now so if it takes say another 10 years to cure I’d be 55 when I got up. To bad this isn’t an option. I literally cringe waking up in the morning.
No. I hate this “D” too…but, love life, laughing and loving too much to miss a thing. I have been having many problems with my BS’s lately, dropping too fast going too high, etc…sucks. Not enough grief to not live in between the rollercoaster ride. Nope!!
Nope. I might be asleep for 100 years or longer.
NO…because my Friends and Family would all be gone and I’d wake up to Strangers who might be… Aliens by then. 
No way, yo…I love food too much…I’m a foodie. Oh yeah, and I’d miss my loved ones …hehehe 
LOL Gerri!!!You are right!
Another No. Like Gerri said, it might be another 100 years. Everyone I know would be dead when I wake up. The world would be a different place and life could be alot worse because you did not fit in the new world. Too many thing that I enjoy in life to risk missing out on them.
Diabetes or not, life is for living. Having lost dear friends to terminal illness, and knowing how they treated each day as a gift, I could not imagine wanting to sleep until there was a cure for D.
Life is more than diabetes.
Absolutely not… The point of life is not merely to be alive. The point of life is to be around the people we love and hold dear, and for us to challenge ourselves with the lessons we need to grow and learn into. Sure, Diabetes is dangerous… But we are ALL going to die one day – NO ONE is going to escape that fate, and no one knows whether or not they’ll die in their sleep or not – regardless of having Diabetes! The other day someone’s dad died in their sleep – 39 years old – and NO apparent health problems. Now there’s some food for thought. We have to live in the now, and in the today, and stop being so afraid of what might happen, and if we might die, or not. Life is for LIVING; not for spending it frozen somewhere, waiting for the day when we can have “pizza” without problems. We want to be alive for the people… It’s pointless to wake up 50-100 years from now, or whenever, to strangers… and people we don’t know… for what? So I don’t live in fear of dying? I can walk out of the hospital, and a car can run me over! We keep going… because life is for the brave. It’s for love, and for family… It’s not merely to “stay” alive and never endure pain/grief/fear/illness.
And give up everything I have now . . .no thank you, easier to deal with the D today than to give up everything for a tomorrow without it.
No, Because I honestly don’t think the future on this planet in 10 years might look all that much better than right now. I think if I woke up in 10 years - even MORE people would be dealing with this. Maybe they would be pushing harder to find a cure but that doesn’t mean they will find one. I can imagine how much strips will cost in 10 years - I would hope it would go down but I bet they will be more expensive.
Who the wants to live forever anyhow? Ugh.
The planet isn’t going to be doing well in 50 years - do you really want to do be around for that?
Nope…much that I hate D…It may take 100 years for a cure and when I wake up, my love ones may not be around anymore…I love life so much that Id rather live it now =)
I wouldn’t want to miss my kids grow up or miss my parents last years. so NO way.
Well I am not all that surprised you all said no though I though someone other then me would feel the way I do. I am little surprised however no one has any confidence in any kind of cure or better treatment. Someone better tell all those investers and donators there won’t be any cure ever so your just throwing your money out. I understand there may not be a cure in ten years or there may be one sooner at least from some of the researchers I’ve spoken directly with. Obviously if it took 50 years for a cure most of us would be dead anyway. I was using the 10 year as a time frame believe its possible for there to be a cure or better treatment and if not there will likely never be one so prepair to continue poking yourself to death, feeling like hell and praying you don’t loose body parts. Anyway to each his own but I’d prefer to spend my time in a peaceful state of course if I felt fine regardless of my glucose levels I would clearly not chose to sleep.
No way…I have too much to live for right now. I wouldn’t want to miss anything. I have never felt that diabetes is the end of the world, I accepted it many years ago and I know that accepting it is better than the alternative, which is death. I sometimes feel that I am the odd one out because I accept it, I do what I have to do to take care of myself and I know it’s not the end of the world if my sugar goes way to high or low for no reason. I treat and then continue on with my life. I look around and see my relatives and friends that have died from something uncontrollable and I thank God for giving me diabetes, which is controllable. Sorry if I got off topic and rambled on too much!
No as much as I hate the “d” I would hate it more to miss even a minute of my life. I know it’s hard but u must just put on a face and let other’s know u can get threw it! There are future generations we MUST think of! We have to show them that u can do it. I’ve tried the “cure” aspect of this. Got a pancres transplant 17 years ago that put me in the hospital for a VERY long time. Then it seemed like every other week I was back in there for something really minor, rejected about 2 years later and became diabetic again. I decided then and there I had rather have diabetes than feel as bad as I did then, (Don’t forget having to take atleast 20 pills 4 times a day) Hurting almost ALL the time with a 2 and 3 year old here. I missed so much of their lives during that time! I want EVERY MINUTE I can get now. The D is just something I’ve learned to live with.
There is a good thread on this here… https://forum.tudiabetes.org/topics/yes-or-no-cured-in-your?id=583967%3ATopic%3A210509&page=1#comments
But I do feel like a cure will be sooner instead of later. It will be like the discovery of insulin. All of a sudden someone will figure out a few things nobody thought of and WHAM. I am very hopeful this will happen in my lifetime.
Gary, there are others of us here that have problems and still would not want to sleep until there is a cure. I have neuropathy and have to use a walker because I have trouble walking and my balance is so bad. I had a very good job and used to work 10-12 hour days and am on disability. I would rather be working those 10 hour days. I was a very independent person and now I am not able to drive and have to depend on people to take me to doctor’s appointment and to the grocery store. I also have gastroparesis and gluten intolerance so that severely limits the kind of food I am able to eat. In 2005, I had a very bad foot infection that set into the bone in my foot and turned into MRSA. I spent 2 years fighting to save my leg. I lost part of the bone in my foot and now have cadaver bones in my foot. Although I still have my leg, it is not problem free but it is better than the alternative.
Last year, I started passing out a lot because of low blood sugar. I live alone and had no one to help me when that happened. One morning I put eggs on the stove and passed out before turning the stove on – I could have burned the place down if I had not passed out before turning the stove on. I also managed to give myself a bloody nose and black eye. Because I already have neuropathy and gastroparesis, I get to choose between passing out with very tight control or allowing the problems I already have to get a lot worse than they are. That is not a choice anyone should have to make.
I was able to get a CGMS and although that has cut way back on the passing out, it has not totally stopped them. In July, I woke up one morning laying on my bedroom floor. I was not able to move or even scream in the beginning and thought I had a stroke. My neighbors were not home that morning so when I finally was able to start screaming, no one heard me. I don’t know how long it took me to make to the phone, but my first attempt failed and I could see the clock and I know 20 minutes passed between my first and second attempts. When I was finally able to pull the phone off the nightstand, I pulled the cord out and made the phone useless. It took me awhile to get to the window so I could get that open in hopes someone would hear my screams.
I had no idea what was happening to me but I did know that I did not want to die. Regardless of what health problems I may have, I have too much to live for and I am not about to give up without a fight. I have a friend dying from cancer and I doubt that he will make it to Christmas. I am sure he would give anything to trade his cancer in for diabetes, even if that meant giving up a leg. He sent an email to all his friends when the doctors told him there was nothing else that they could do and he said that he was not planning a funeral but was planning a celebration of life.
Your experanice sounds closte to mine here not too long ago. I have NO warning at all. I got up was doing housework . Almost passed out (and did after I got ahold of 911) The police department (or who ever) called my daughter at school b/c they thought my house was locked up (it wasn’t) she came home and there were the paramedics giving me 50/50 she walked in and was totally hystreical when she saw me. The police had gone so far as to call my g-mother who lived 50 miles from me to get someone with a key to my house. I called a friend (don’t remember ANY of it) and told her “I need help” Sooooo when I came back to me my step mother, my friend, my daughter & 2 paramedics were in my livingroom! To say it freaked me out is an UNDERSTATEMENT!!! LOL! Yep went to the ER via ambulance!
Doris, you should check with your local police department about giving them access to get in your house. My cousin suggested I do that and the police chief checked with the 911 center. If the call originates from me, they know someone with health problems lives here and they should do what they have to do to get in, including busting the door down. Unfortunately, if someone else calls, it won’t come up. You can also get one of those realtor type lock boxes to put a key on your door and give the 911 center the code to open it if you would have a problem. The police chief emailed a copy of my letter to all the cops in town so they are at least aware of the problem – whether they will remember or not is another story!
Two days after the incident I wrote about, I had another bad low in the middle of the night and was apparently screaming and banging on the wall. My neighbors called 911 but by the time the police arrived, the screams had stopped. The cop knocked on my door but I was unconscious so did not answer. He gave his card to my neighbor and was actually going to leave. My neighbors convinced him to get the manager and come in. Fortunately he did. I woke up to EMTs over me that morning.
I know what you mean by being freaked out. When I started coming around, I kept hearing “Kelly, are you still with us.” I wasn’t sure where I was or who the people were and was afraid to answer. I am not sure if my eyes were blurry or I just did not have them opened very far, but all I could see was the shoulder of the EMT over me and the badge on her shoulder. At one point, I could see the dust ruffle on my bed so I knew I was in my bedroom but couldn’t figure out who all the voices were and what they were there for. I of course was thinking the worst and that they wanted to kill me! When I heard someone mentioning my BS, I realized I must have passed out so I finally answered them. It is like you know you are alone one minute then you are trying to figure out how all these people got there!