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A Diabetes Miracle this Holiday Season?

2013 Comes to a Close and We Still Don't Have a Cure

Tom picBy Tom Karlya

November 2013 — The Santa Claus was tired. Hundreds, if not thousands, of children had climbed upon his knee during the holiday rush. He had been the mall Santa Claus for over twenty years, and that meant tens of thousands more had sat and shared their wish lists.

Tens of thousands of requests for dolls, cars, toys, video games, and other electronics had filled his ears over the years. Over the years the lists were filled with increasingly expensive and much more elaborate gifts. Bigger, almost ‘greedier toys,' this Santa thought to himself.

Me. Me. Me. He certainly could be the judge of how the requests over the years had changed. He was smiling when he asked one child if cookies and carrots would be left for him and his reindeer and the child retorted, "Why? You should take care of that before you leave." If it wasn't such a sad statement, it might have been almost be comical.

Santa looked in the mirror right before he went out for his last sitting in the mall before he had to get ready for the big day. He placed his round, granny-type glasses on his face. The image looking back had rosy cheeks and he smiled at how much he resembled the Clement Stone character from the famous poem. "Well I should look like him, I AM Santa Claus," he said out loud as he looked in the mirror.

He looked down at the pile of lists sitting on his little bench — he had acquired them all during his last shift. More lists of how great kids thought they were. Little more than self-serving ‘gimme, gimme, gimme."

He stuffed the lists in his pocket, knowing that they were all from children nonetheless and would be filed accordingly when he arrived home.

He looked in the mirror and he smiled, "One more shift." He walked out the swinging doors with a huge "ho-ho-ho" for the long line of children waiting with their parents in the mall.

As the long line was coming to an end on this Christmas Eve, a little boy gave his mother a big hug and ran towards him, excited to see Santa. They were all very poorly dressed — clean, but dressed as if they had no money what-so-ever. The woman had a baby in a stroller that looked like it was from fifteen years ago. It was certainly a thrift store buy. The mom stood there with pride. She had a tear in her coat sleeve and her round, beautiful face was framed by long hair dark hair. She didn't have a smile upon her face. Her daughter, who had huge round eyes and could not have been older than about 4, stayed very obediently in the stroller. She turned to look at her older brother climb Santa's knee with her big eyes peering around the bar of the stroller.

"Ho-ho, what is your name?"


"Well hello Timmy, is that your sister over there?"

"Yes but it's $15 for a family photo and mommy says we only have $5, but I will tell you what Ginny wants also. We both want the same thing."

"And what toy would you both like?"

Timmy giggled, "Oh no Santa, it's not a toy."

Santa leaned forward, listening very carefully. "Not a toy? What would you like?"

"Well my little sister has diabetes, and if it was cured, our mommy would smile."

And that was all he said as he placed his hands down on his lap and looked up at Santa. His sister was looking at Santa as well with a half smile on her face like she knew what the request would be. Timmy smiled for the camera and jumped down off Santa's lap. Santa called to his helper and asked her to bring the daughter and mother over.

"Santa would like a picture with both children."

The helper obliged. The family had their photo and they were on their way. As the mom fumbled for the money, Santa told her not to worry; it was a gift from him.

In a very soft voice she thanked him. All three went on their way holding the holiday picture.

All that night he could not get the child's request out of his mind. A cure for diabetes. A cure for diabetes. A cure for diabetes.

It was the prayer of millions, it was the birthday wish of millions, and it was the request of millions.

And another year closes out as all the ones before… We are closer, and steps have surely been taken, but we are not there yet.

A cure? Not yet.

Goodbye, 2013.

2014… you're up.

I am a diabetes dad.

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dLife's Viewpoints columnists are not all medical experts, but everyday people living with diabetes and sharing their personal experiences, most often at a set point in time. While their method of diabetes management may work for them, everyone is different. Please consult with your diabetes care team before acting on anything you read here to find out what will work best for you.

Last Modified Date: December 20, 2013

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