Don’t hate me for not getting my hopes up. Every other month since I was diagnosed with juvenile diabetes in 1987, I’ve heard of some miracle cure or fantastic new product that was going to save the day or make it wildly easy to be diabetic. The nasal insulin spray was my favorite. The watch that checks your blood sugar through the skin automagically is another great one. (They had one on THE PANIC ROOM for dramatic purposes only. I loved how it beeped when your blood sugar got too low and the kid instantly went into shock with the beep. The real deal watch is still experimental and expensive.)

Now, WIRED is reporting of embryonic pig pancreas transplants to cure diabetes. Sounds delicious, doesn’t it? They took a fetal pig’s pancreas and put it in a rat and it cured the rat’s diabetes.

Pardon me while I break out the Humalog (that last great diabetes breakthrough — insulin that kicks in after a half hour) and shoot up again, instead. Feh.

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