Yes, Virginia, There Will Be a Cure
Responding to one girl's question about the hope for a cure.
By Tom Karlya
January 2012 — Each year I do a year-end recap of diabetes. This year, with apologies to The New York Sun, I respond to a letter from a young lady who asked a simple question during this holiday season. Her name is Virginia and she asks simply, "Is there a cure for diabetes?"
Dear Diabetes Dad,
I am eight years old and I have type 1 diabetes.
Some of my little friends, and others, say there is no such thing as a cure.
Papa says if you see it in an article from Diabetes Dad, it's true.
Please tell me the truth, will there be a cure for diabetes?
Virginia, your little friends — and others — are wrong.
They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical day. They do not believe except what they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole truth and knowledge.
Yes, Virginia, there will be a cure for diabetes. It exists as certain as the results from love, and generosity, and devotion exists, and you know that these results abound and give you the highest hope and joy. Alas, how dreary would be the world if there were no hope for a cure. It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginia. There would be no childlike faith then, no wishes, no challenges of those searching for a cure, no hope to make living with diabetes tolerable. The light at the end of the tunnel, for which children and their parents constantly seek for the world, would be extinguished.
Not believe in a cure? You might as well not believe in science. You might get your papa to hire men to watch every bit of science all over the world. And even if they did not see the cure actually coming, what would that prove? Nobody can be everywhere all the time to see a cure coming. Just because it isn't here today, does not mean it isn't coming. The most real things in the world are those neither children or men (or women) can see right before them at the time they ask for it. Did they know that a polio vaccine would work? Did they think a heart could be transplanted? These were things that people never saw coming and now they are commonplace. Nobody can conceive all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You may tear away the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world, which not the strongest men, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, dedicated work of science, and collaboration can push aside that curtain and view and picture the glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, there is nothing else as real and abiding.
No cure? Thank God the hope lives and will live forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten thousand years from now, people will look back at this time of hope in the heart of a child. A child named Virginia, who always believed there would be a cure. May we all have the heart of Virginia and may all who seek the cure know the importance of the work they do to help all the Virginias of this world.
Yes, Virginia, there will be a cure.
Happy holidays to all and to all, a good night.
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