It can feel hard to live with chronic disease, no matter how good one’s attitude. I like what Jesse Dylan, host of radio’s The Good Life Show says, “The essence of all health begins with joyful living.” What will make me joyful? I asked.
A cure for Type 2 Diabetes. That’s right, a cure.
Ernest Holmes, the founder of Religious Science, wrote in his seminal book, The Science of Mind, “If we wish to come to the Spirit for the healing of our wounds, let us come in peace and with spontaneous joy, for the Spirit is joy.”
It is with great peace and joy that I write this post for the “wound” that I have lived with for 23 years is about to be both cured and healed. I am on my way to São Paulo, Brazil to have metabolic surgery. And for this reason, for the first time since I began blogging, I will be taking a month off. Here’s the story:
I was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes 23 years ago. From day one of the diagnosis, I said to all and sundry that I knew there was a cure. As of this writing, the pharmaceutical options offered by Western medicine only maintain the disease. Not only that, but Type 2 Diabetes has become a multi-billion dollar industry. I have taken every path, traditional and alternative, for a possible cure, and nothing has worked. Or, more accurately, things have worked a bit, but not a full cure, and not for keeps. I was holding out for the whole nine yards.
Then three years ago I saw a segment on 60 Minutes telling the stories of morbidly obese patients, who also had Type 2 Diabetes, having bariatric surgery and within a week’s time, before losing the weight that allegedly caused the diabetes, all symptoms of the disease vanished. After the show, I tore to the computer to find the man who was doing this surgery, blessing Lesley Stahl the entire way.
Enter Francesco Rubino, M.D., an Italian surgeon and scientist, who not only pioneered this research, but also worked in Brazil with people who were not morbidly obese. I belong to that population. I met with Dr. Rubino and it looked like I was a perfect candidate for the surgery.
[Full disclosure: this procedure only works for about ten percent of those who have Type 2 Diabetes, those who have the classic, autoimmune, insulin-resistance version.]
I began to hunt for a doctor who would do the surgery for me in the United States. Many states, even another country, and several doctors later, the truth became clear. I was too thin. I laughed till I cried the first time one of them said it to me aloud. I’m not morbidly obese but I’m no Skinny Minnie either. [Code: I’ve never been too thin for anything in my entire life.]
Dr. Rubino suggested I contact a colleague of his in Brazil which does not have the same medical restrictions as those in the U.S. After long correspondence and a meeting in New York City, as well as a battery of metabolic and other tests, we agreed. I am a perfect candidate for metabolic surgery and the likelihood is 98.99% that when I awaken on the evening of June 22nd I will no longer have Type 2 Diabetes.
So I’m on my way, and whilst I’ll miss my blogosphere friends, healing is the number one job for me at the moment. I will be back with you on July 18th.
Oh, and if you’re a praying sort, say a prayer please, for me, and for all those with this dreadful, creeping death of a dis-ease, that we might all find healing as soon as divinely possible.
For spiritual nourishment, visit Dr. Susan Corso’s website and blog, Seeds for Sanctuary. Follow her on Twitter @PeaceCorso and Friend her on Facebook. And discover your own Inner Peace at, To Me Peace Is … What is Peace to You?
