The Intangibles of My Islet Transplant I think everyone prefers to live with some level of control. But for those like me, control is a powerful drug—something beyond preference. When it’s threatened, my anxiety can be crippling, and I will fight like a dog to protect it. It seems as if the people who experience real inner peace are those who can hold on to control with a loose grip. But for...
Islet Transplantation in Reality There are just a few things I know without question, such as, life and time are the best of all teachers, and they work fairly well together. One of their most poignant lessons for me is to be careful about making definitive statements about what I will or will not do, where I will or will not go, what I can or cannot withstand. These two sage instructors have...
Islet Transplantation as Theory I have never liked science. At least not the learning of it. I simply have no hooks in my brain for that kind of information. High school chemistry inflicted a specific form of torture, the memory of which still triggers a facial tick to this day. The careful choice of lab partner was the only reason I didn’t fail the class. Yet, years later, I found myself at the...