Sara’s Research Retreat

My friend Sara guest blogged here back in August.  She is part of JDRF’s T1D Voices Council and also my dear friend.  Last week, she sent me an email about my blogging break, and attached a speech she wrote to present to the Board at her Tucson JDRF Chapter.  She thought her presentation might work for a guest blog post and I’m thrilled she wants to guest blog yet again.  So here it is and thanks Sara.
How Far Has Research Come, and Where Else Can it Go?
allenmonograph“First, a little history lesson, if you will indulge me. Diabetes has been around a LONG time, first notated by Hippocrates, and on through the ages. A brief history of the disease is included in this monograph published in 1918.  At different times, the ailment was thought to be a problem with the kidneys or the liver, or the blood, or the psyche. Proper diagnosis of diabetes became possible in the 1600s when Thomas Willis noted that the “urine is wonderfully sweet, as if imbued with honey or sugar,” as if he was describing a fine wine!  The doctors and scientists were determined to find out what caused the fatal dis-function of the body, and endeavored to find better, more effective ways to treat it.  
 
In the late 1700s, one treatment called for confinement to the house, preferably to one room, with the utmost possible quiet and avoidance of exercise. THAT I could live with. The diet however, called for milk and lime water, bread and butter, blood pudding, game and other rancid OLD meats and lots of fat. The skin was to be greased daily with hog’s lard, and flannel [GAH] was to be worn.  Another called for the drinking of melted beef fat mixed with hot oil, and regular bleedings….In the mid 1800s, they threw out the rancid meat treatments in exchange for alcohol, (which works for me). Milk was forbidden, careful mastication was encouraged, and finally bleeding and opium treatments were condemned. About 150 years ago, improved techniques of research determined that it was the pancreas that was the offending organ, and with not-yet-invented-laser-like focus they began to study it, often in tandem with more and more rigid dietary restrictions. in 1911, a Dr. Hodgson advocated eating a raw egg with a few ounces of olive oil several times a day, and that’s it.  
 
All that to say, thank GOD, I was diagnosed in April of 1974, when I could treat my diabetes with THIS insulinsyringeThough i must say this 30 unit syringe with its super fine needle is a lot more palatable than the 100 unit syringe with the pool cue sized needle I first used. 
 
But had I been diagnosed a mere 60 years earlier in 1914, my parents would have been told that I had an almost 100% fatal disease, Like my great aunt Gigi, who was diagnosed in 1918, I may not have lived long enough to see the next christmas.  If the high sugars didn’t do me in, i most likely would have died of starvation. For, as the monograph outlines in great detail, until 1922 and the discovery of insulin, the only way to stave off death was literally to starve the patient.  As Dr. Allen wrote, “Expectations of an actual cure, in the sense of a restoration of the normal power of food assimilation will be disappointed under any dietetic treatment, and the need of some more potent therapy than diet is a keen stimulus to research.”
 
I think you get the point that research has never stopped on this disease. And that brings me to the point of this talk. I just got back from the annual Research Retreat held by the JDRF in New York, and never has Research been more important AND more productive. The first part of the meeting was the T1D Voices Council of which I am a member, along with 15 other voices from around the world, other T1Ds, medical professionals including our own Dr. Insel’s brother, several parents and even a grandmother. We reviewed some of the budget considerations of JDRF, and without going into the specific details and the way the funding is split up into different buckets, I can assure you that it DOES go to research that will lead to a Cure. We also discussed some issues JDRF faces with clinical trials and what the role of the individual is in terms of developing these. There are several places on line, including the JDRF web site, Medivizor and the National Institute of Health where you can go to enroll and be alerted when a trial comes up in your area…though there are not that many in Tucson. 
 
Lastly, we thought it would be a GREAT idea if JDRF took the opportunity of the 100 year anniversary of insulin in 2022, to develop  some clever, exciting marketing campaign. We felt it would great awareness and advocacy tool and hopefully, they can really put some effort into it.
 
It was then on the Research retreat where we got to sit in on the talks given by various researchers, the most interesting to me was that of Viacyte, a bio tech company in San Diego. We head from their lead researcher about this credit card sized thingie that will be implanted in the back and will ultimately offer 24 months of diabetes-free living. While JDRF is waiting for the clinical trials to go forward (Phase I and II begin next year, by the way), they are working with another company to develop the capsule materials. The encapsulated islet cells die without insulin so this other company has developed this material that is actually being incorporated into the body  – I wish I had that slide, but you could SEE blood vessels growing in and around it…bringing blood to the islet cells
 
And it is partnerships like this that were the focus of another talk by Pure Tech – this is basically a Venture Capital Firm that, in partnership with JDRF have created T1D Innovations which “will accelerate the development of innovative T1D therapies and enhance our ability of turning Type One into Type None.  Basically, T1D Innovations will create and fund companies to translate discoveries into products, helping them cross the well-known biomedical “valley of death” – which is the notorious gap that often prevents promising biomedical discoveries from being developed and reaching patients.  T1D Innovations will develop new companies around promising scientific research, providing the infrastructure and resources that are necessary to advance the research to/and through clinical development  and finally to the T1D community. 
 
We also heard from a guy at Pfizer who talked about another collaboration between Pharma, academic science and JDRF. The upshot of that was that if, after all the study and research, Pfizer doesn’t want to invest to bring it to market,  it reverts back to JDRF’s or the academic instuitutions control to find another way to bring it to the market, so some big pharmaceutical company is not going to discover our cure and then decide it isn’t WORTH the investment!
 
There is considerable research being done on restoring and rejuvenating islet cells which may someday lead to a vaccine that everyone gets, like the measles or polio vaccine. This would prevent the body from developing the disease in the first place, but in the nearer term, that very research will be used hand in hand with the encapsulation research.
 
Yes, the focus is definitely still on ending this disease. Some of the work being funded on islet and beta cell treatments, antibody treatments, smart insulin and especially the artificial pancreas, all point to exponential Improvements in treatments, eventual reversals and some day, the prevention of the disease world wide. 
 
The official line from JDRF is that “The path forward from Type One to Type None is a continuum of therapies that leads to a cure. As our research programs and therapies move through the pipeline, new treatments will progressively remove the daily burden, side effects, and complications.”
 
German Pathologist, Bernhard Naunyn, said, “the therapy of diabetes has been well founded by painstaking labor, highly fruitful in all directions; we may be proud of that which has been achieved and yielded here…….”  he wrote that in 1906, and I think it is still true.
 
We WILL turn Type One into Type None and on my and Errin and Brody and Aidan and Alecia and Nathanael’s behalf, not to mention everyone else, thank you for your support and belief in this organization!
Sara
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Another Little Break From The Break #GiveAllTheThings

Yep another little break from the blogging break.

If you didn’t already catch this today, I’m thrilled to be part of Kim’s (Texting My Pancreas) #GiveAllTheThings today.  I’m both a huge fan of hers and am very flattered to take part in #GiveAllTheThings for my second year.  The D community giving back.  Good stuff.

Thanks and spread the love.

A Teeny Break From The Break

After a month and a half of not blogging and finally admitting to myself yesterday that it’s ok to take a break (since my last post was about Halloween, why have I been in such denial about being on a break?), I am now taking a break from my break.  Huh?

IMG_8086Kelly over at Diabetesaliciousness is doing a series of giveaways.  I’m involved in today’s and she did a really great write-up on my design.  The part that I really love though is where Kelly states, “But I’m also a huge fan of peace within.
I believe that diabetes requires us to be both a warrior & peacemaker rolled into one – Not always an easy balance”. Part of my own “break” is about my quest for some peace within.

Thanks Kelly, for spreading the love. xo

 

I’m On a Break

November came and went.  Diabetes Awareness Month and I never wrote one post (although I did check out other people’s awesome posts) and I managed to get my postcards for DAM sent.  I’ve kept up on Twitter, sort of…. well at least better than here.

It wasn’t planned, but it certainly happened… I’m taking a break, and I’m finally admitting it to myself.

I think a lot of people have seen this already, but in case you haven’t, Chris at A Consequence of Hypoglycemia started My Diabetes Secret.  I won’t attempt to rush through an explanation of why I think this is important, how I sometimes find myself reading the posts with a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes at unGodly hours when I can’t sleep, or how much I have thought about some of those posts over and over and over again.  Chris explains it far better in this post, than I could.

Like I said, I recommend checking out My Diabetes Secret.  Food for thought.

And in my blogging break:

1.  I hope to keep finding hearts when I need them.

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2.  I will try my best to wear blue on Fridays (I can’t say the same for my dog).

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3. I will be very careful if I ever get to play hockey with Big Bird.

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xo.

Getting Down To Business… and Halloween

There’s a line in a Kanye West song where Jay-Z raps,

“I’m not a businessman, I’m a business, man.”

I repeat that line to myself from time-to-time.  I love it because, whether you like rap or not, the line is quite simply, clever.  What a difference a comma makes (As does “comma”, vs “coma” as I just typed and am laughing).  I also like the line from my perspective as a business woman (I work in product design and branding).  I’m a business, (Wo)man.

When I was a little girl, carb counting with insulin:carb ratios didn’t exist (diagnosed in ’79) but instead there was the Exchange Program.  If you don’t know about this, I won’t bore you with the details.  If you lived through Exchanges, I won’t subject you to having to endure it again.  I will however say that carb counting and bolus ratios are certainly an improvement in both diabetes care and quality of life.

On Halloween, I would go trick-or-treating like every other kid in my neighborhood.  Looking back, it really was ALL about the costume (hell, it’s still ALL about the costume and I may or may not, occasionally wear a Pocahontas or Cleopatra wig in my apartment on really cold evenings because A. wigs are warm and B. those wigs are pretty amazing and make me feel like the coolest girl in school).

My parents would let me have some candy.  The whole “you’re diabetic, and can NOT have candy” thing wasn’t exactly part of my life BUT “you can have ONE piece of this tonight and then a piece tomorrow night” was. FYI – T1D didn’t even exist as a term in those days.

So my parents set me on a path that I believe started me as a business woman (no comma… yet).  When I came home from trick-or-treating, I would get down to work.  I had to set-up my store on the dining room table! I grew-up in a neighborhood with many houses, very close together, which of course meant LOTS of Halloween candy.  I’d empty my bag on the rarely used dining room table and start combining “like” items.  All snickers on one side, Reeses Peanut Butter Cups stacked in a pile, Milky Ways to the left, and so on.  My Mom made index cards with prices.  Everything cost $.05 or $.10 and every so often, a full size candy bar would be in the bag (say WHAT?!?) and that was $.25.  I would strategically position the candy and index card pricing (hello future merchandising) and then announce that my store was open for business.  My parents would enter and make their purchases.  I have to assume they gave my little brother some coins too because in later years, he became one of my customers too.  The older couple next door even shopped at my dining room table candy store.

I know today’s parents of T1D kids can bolus for candy and this whole story is incredibly out-of-date, but since I don’t have kids, happen to be painfully sentimental and am currently treating a low BG with Halloween candy, I think about this series of events.

I had a savings account as a little kid at a local bank and a Savings Passbook.  When I received money for ANYTHING, I had to put some of it in the bank.  Into MY saving’s account (I thought I was Richie Rich after my first Holy Communion which is pretty amusing now).  When My Mom or Dad had to go to the bank I would bring along my Savings Passbook.  My Dad would lift me up to hand the book to the teller who would stamp the “new” amount in my account.  I would deposit my Halloween candy sales AND then get to see how much I had accrued in interest since my last bank check-in.  I was fascinated.  Kids would run around in the bank.  Not me, suckers.  I was a kid with a Savings Passbook and I stood in-line with the adults.  My Dad explained that because I let the bank hold my money and that they used it (OMG, THEY USE MY MONEY), that they had to pay me to use it and that was “interest”.  Get out of town!  My money makes money?!?!

So here’s my thinking for Halloween.  Some creative thinking on the part of my parents along with my broken pancreas helped me learn about money.  And that’s where I get back to Jay-Z.  I am now a business(wo)man, but I am ALSO a business, man (well, woman).

My grandmother who passed away when I was 11 yrs old made this incredible costume.

My grandmother made this incredible costume.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Wordless Wednesday? Whatever.

Yesterday was not a great diabetes day.  I still don’t feel like writing about my doctor’s appointment.

I thought I was off to a great, fresh start at the gym this morning.  Then I got to work and split my pleather riding pants.  Who doesn’t love grunge (or odd skin exposure at work)?

I think we all need more silly moments.  Well, I would really like more silly moments.  Yesterday I snapped the photo below.  It makes me smile.  J Crew Baby looks like some baby had a level 10 temper-tantrum in the window display.  Silly. jcrewbaby

 

I imagine a baby screaming, “NO I DON’T LIKE THAT SWEATER” or “GET ME OUT OF THIS STORE” or ” I HATE THE UPPER EAST SIDE AND THESE PREPPY CLOTHES, MOM”.

I didn’t get much sleep last night.

Smile.  Happy Wednesday.

Giraffe Masquerade

This morning I had my 3 month Endo appointment.  I’ve decided I’m not ready to write about this appointment, yet.  Time to process.  My A1C was acceptable but elevated by .2% which wasn’t shocking or even surprising.  My problem though was with the rushed, interrupted and frankly uncomfortable conversation I had with my doctor today.  When I call the situation “not cool”, it is because I apparently cursed so much my first 15 minutes back at my office, that I may be in “time out” the rest of the day.

So, I left my doctor’s office this morning, shaking my head a bit.  The wind definitely knocked right smack out of my sails.  I started to walk and thought how very much I needed to find a heart  (note: if you follow me on Twitter, you get this.  I find hearts.  The hearts actually just found a new home but only a few have moved there so far.  Work in progress people, work in progress).  So I started walking.  I planned to calm down, shake it off a bit, find a heart, breathe, maybe grab a bite to eat and hop on the subway.

I never stopped for a snack, I realized the Upper East Side of Manhattan has a distinct lack of graffiti (especially on Madison Avenue), and I walked close to 50 blocks before I found this glorious yellow heart:

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While I attempt to wrap my head around today’s appointment, I leave you with the following from my post-endo walk:

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Somehow an inflatable giraffe wearing a fancy masquerade mask did cheer me a bit.

 

 

Wisdom, Naps and a Blue Skirt

Okay, I like this and should remind myself to read it more often.  Maybe even send myself this post occasionally?  This Swami was full of great wisdom nuggets (Google him).

“Self-acceptance comes from meeting life’s challenges vigorously.  Don’t numb yourself to your trials and difficulties, nor build mental walls to exclude pain from your life.  You will find peace not by trying to escape your problems, but by confronting them courageously.  You will peace not in denial, but in victory.”

Swami Sivananda (1887-1963): spiritual leader, author, physician

An now for a little Friday levity.

This is what my dog looked like when he woke-up from his nap last night:

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And in honor of Blue Friday, I’m sporting a very blue skirt today.  Are YOU wearing BLUE#blueFridays  

xo

Don’t Fall For Pretty

If you are going to bed, and see this:

 

Note the time.  Started treating 5 minutes before this photo.

Note the time.  Started treating 5 minutes before this photo.

DO NOT TREAT WITH THIS:

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Why?

Because apparently my NEW emergency juice is low calorie which means = LOW CARBOHYDRATE.

And then THIS will happen:

NOTE the time.

NOTE the time.

At almost 11:35 pm, after BGs hovering between 49 and 54 for a FULL 30 minutes and feeling my heart racing, tears welling in my eyes over and over as my brain short circuited, (but oddly not sweating), panic creeping further and further into my body, I looked at the Gatorade label.  5 grams of carb per serving.  Like drinking air.

Who knew Gatorade made such a low carb drink?  As a non-Gatorade drinker, I picked the WRONG emergency juice to have at home, but the purple had looked so pretty.

Learn from my mistakes people.

 

 

Weekend Update – Cloning Plans

Friday.

No time for blogging this week.  Not enough sleep… ever.  Must. NOT. GET. RUN. Down.

1.  JDRF NYC WALK- Still trying to get ready (there’s really no such thing as ready right?) and delivering as many shirts to people as possible the past few days (riding Citi Bikes like the Wicked Witch of the West also refering to myself as Mr. McFeely and making “speedy deliveries”).  I have no idea how I am going to get so much stuff (props, shirts, all my normal D stuff, baton, pom-pons) to the Walk site.  Must do laundry in next 48 hours.  Also must try cloning myself between loads of laundry.  Looking to make multiple clones.  Will definitely kill one clone for new pancreas.  If my current pancreas worked for 6 years-ish, I am excited for my new, cloned, works-for-6-years, pancreas.  Going to send other clones off to do projects.  I will definitely have my real self go to the Walk,  and will leave the clones at home to walk the dog and clean.  I hope they clean better than I do.  Hey future clones, the bar is NOT high at ALL (the home is a mess though).

IMG_42742. Due to demand (I know, that truly sounds ludicrous), we are offering a SECOND printing of our JDRF WALK Team shirts.  Lots of styles:  men’s, women’s, kiddie-poos.  I LOVE these shirts but, I am biased.  Proceeds go to JDRF.  Cool shirt goes to YOU!  <- Click there.  Get a shirt!

Our shirt sale ENDS Tuesday 10/1 (I can’t believe it’s almost October).

 

3.  A friend is making me a Dexcom case.  Yes, he has a rapid prototyping machine.  He is most likely going to kill me for posting this pic (but maybe he’ll be fooled by a clone and the one he kills can be the one I get the pancreas from?).  Hopefully he won’t see this before the Walk Sunday.  He was on my very first Walk Team in 2001.  As for the case, he has been prototyping samples with dimensions he found online (not using my actual Dexcom receiver).  Yes, this is kind of totally awesome.

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What I love about this photo… we are in a restaurant.  My friend has my Dexcom in a case that doesn’t quite fit.  There are calipers on the table.  We appear to be doing important stuff.  He is holding a glass of wine.  This is what we call a very productive design meeting.

4.  If you live on the East Coast and don’t already know this, WaWa makes the best coffee.  Also my favorite, and best tasting milk.  WaWa supports JDRF.  WaWa’s coffee just got THAT much better.  I wasn’t always a New Yorker people.  Support businesses that support JDRF.

Special thanks to my baby bro for taking the time to get me these pics.  Let's go Eagles.

Special thanks to my baby bro for taking the time to get me these pics. Let’s go Eagles.

5.  I hope this laundry/cloning thing works out.  I change what I said before.  I would bring 2 clones to The Walk but dye their hair so everyone wouldn’t be confused.  I really need them to help me get all this stuff to Foley Square and pay for the cab.  One clone could carry my silver backpack (how else will people see the back of my shirt?) and the other one could help lug stuff around all day and get me a snack and maybe some coffee.  I’d put a clone in charge of our Walk Team table.  I’d go chat with the Animas rep about the VIBE.  I’d go visit my buddies over at Team Hoffmanderson and also a new friend at Team Pigs Are Precious. I’d put that clone to work (I “may” be taking this too far.  Lack ‘O Sleep).

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