By now I am sure most of you have heard about the “breakthrough” discovery made regarding a possible cure for type 1.

When I saw the report on NBC nightly news I was floored. I sat in my chair staring in front of the TV. My son said, “that is cool huh dad?”

I just looked at him and said, “I guess it is.”

His weird look was probably a mirror of the weird look I felt I had on my face. How was I supposed to feel about this?

On one hand I can celebrate. That would not be my normal route. I have heard of “breakthroughs” before and I have yet to see a cure come from them. It is sort of like fireworks, I get excited and then it’s gone and out of my mind.

The other side is to say, “NO WAY.” And totally assume that nothing will work, the glass is half empty, I will have diabetes forever and that is it. Also, not my route but one that is easy to take.

I think I am going to choose the one last side I have not mentioned.

Hope.

I feel like in times like this we need to just Hope. Hope that these advances produce a real cure or maybe the next step on the road to one. I personally do not think it is a good idea to assume you will be cured in a year or two because things like this don’t always happen that way. They could, but not usually. But that does not mean to assume it won’t ever happen.

Hope.

Hope for a future maybe not for you personally but for the next generation. Maybe they will get the cure. Or maybe the one after them or maybe we will see it happen! Only God knows, so I will continue to do what I know how to do.

Hope.

I feel like that is all we have. We can assume this is it and then possibly be let down. We can ignore this discovery and assume nothing will come of it only darkening the clouds overhead. Or we can make the choice to peek into this discovery, and get kind of excited about it, but not pour out all we have into this one thing.

We can hope.