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What the heck is an artificial pancreas…

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Big news came out recently.  News that I cried when I read.  News that will forever change my life: the FDA has approved the first artificial pancreas.  (You can read the announcement from JDRF here.)

And while this is exciting news that I have been waiting for, I want to explain why this is so exciting.  I want to help to do my part in getting the message out there about all the latest and greatest in type 1 research.

My current insulin regimen is delivered via an insulin pump (made by the same company that just gained the FDA approval).  I fill a reservoir with insulin that is delivered via tube to an insertion site.  The insertion site contain a tiny, plastic tube that lives under my skin.  All of my insulin is delivered to this site under my skin until I change the insertion set and change the site every 3 days.  Because of my insulin pump being connected to me 24/7, I only use a fast-acting insulin.  (Fast-acting means that it starts working about 15 minutes after injection and only lasts a few hours.  Other insulins can last for up to 24 hours.)  Every hour my insulin pump delivers a small amount of insulin.  This is referred to as my basal insulin: the amount of insulin I need to function properly, at least metabolically speaking.  Then, whenever I eat, I give myself another dose of insulin to balance out how many carbohydrates I’ve eaten.  This is known as a bolus of insulin.  Those are the basics of insulin.  But diabetes is never basic.

I still use a glucose meter to measure my blood sugars about 4 times per day.  The fun new gadget I have used for the past 3 years is my continuous glucose monitor (my CGM).  This device is also under my skin.  Using a tiny, flexible wire sensor, it measures my blood sugar every 5 minutes.  It is calibrated by the 4 finger pokes I still do every day and lasts for about a week.  The sensor connected to the CGM communicates with my insulin pump, giving me a reading of my blood sugars over a 3, 6, or 12-hour window (I can scroll through the windows to see how things have been going).  The most important (and most annoying) feature of this particular CGM system is that the communication with my insulin pump allows for the delivery of my basal insulin to be shut off whenever the sensor detects that my blood sugar is getting too low.  Life-saving, in theory.  Often inaccurate, in practice.  But, being the scientist that I am, I crave the data and put up with the incessant beeping of alarms and turning off of insulin at inappropriate times in order to scroll through those blood sugar curves.

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This isn’t my exact insulin (or my exact waist line) but you get the idea…

Now, why did I bother explaining all of this when the artificial pancreas will make this obsolete?  Because it won’t.  This system is essentially the artificial pancreas.  But there are a few tweaks.  I will still have to calibrate the CGM with blood sugar readings from finger pokes.  However, I don’t have to determine how much insulin I need for a meal.  The pump and the CGM will communicate and decide that without any of my input.  As my blood sugar begins to drop, I won’t hear the alarms.  The basal insulin will be decreased on its own, preventing low blood sugars.  In fact, the clinical trials have shown that with the artificial pancreas, binging to bring a blood sugar back up will become faint memories.  The data are staggering.

Basically, the artificial pancreas is nothing like a pancreas.  There are no cells.  There is no interaction with molecules that impact insulin secretion.  I won’t be making my own insulin.  BUT, this device will act like my pancreas, giving me better glucose control.

So what is next?  A similar system that won’t require calibration of blood sugars from a finger poke and won’t require me to click a button to say that I’m eating a meal.

What else is in our future?  Stem cells.  Using scrapings from my skin or a blood draw, my own cells will be reverted back to their origins as stem cells.  These are known as induced pluripotent stem cells (or IPSCs).  The IPSCs will then be washed in a bath of growth factors and other molecules to turn them into the beta cells of a pancreas.  The newly created cells will then be implanted.  Boom, actual artificial pancreas.  When this will happen, I’m not sure.  The immune system is a huge hurdle.  Only time will tell, but my hopes are high.

For now I’m beyond excited for the artificial pancreas.  Come spring 2017 I’ll be a fully automated diabetic.

Another one bites the dust…

I’ve been a smidge busy over the past few months knocking down a few targets on my 30 before 30 list.  I have to admit, this list has been a nice way to set and track a few goals that I would have otherwise probably just passed over and never accomplished.

I love caramel.  (Ugh.  I am drooling just typing the word.)  Mix it with some chocolate and I am done for.  However, I’ve always heard about how difficult it is to make.  Challenge accepted.  The opportunity presented itself to make some when Heather came to visit and requested Better than Sex cake after I badgered her into picking a dessert that I could make.  I have no idea which recipe I used to make the caramel, but it was easy and it worked!  I was super nervous about burning it or making it too runny or it just turning out like a brownish crap.  Luckily, I used the candy thermometer my parents gifted me a few years ago and managed to get it right on the first go.  I knew exactly what temperature and color I needed to reach before taking the sugar-water off the burner (I did a lot of background reading before I started.  It was a full-on caramel-making study fest.) I’m quite proud of it.

Next on the docket is to paint the canvases I bought to put up over the bed.  I mean, I have all of the supplies and a few ideas, so really it’s just my laziness (and the comfy-ness of naps on the couch) that is holding me back.  And quite frankly, that’s an excuse I was almost too embarrassed to admit to (but alas, I seem to have no shame.)

I’ve also been reading up a storm, so get excited for all of my book reviews to come soon!  But for now there’s a fluffy puppy that needs some snuggles and buffalo chicken pizza that’s getting cold.  Good thing none of my goals involves losing my few pounds of cushion…

Turn Off the Dark…

When making my 30B30 list, I put some things on there that would be considerably easy to do (make my own caramel) and some things that I knew would require lots of planning and perhaps a little luck (going to a World Series/All-Star game).  Little did I know that one would practically fall into my lap: see a show on Broadway.

When I received my invitation to interview at NYU, I was ecstatic, naturally.  There’s nothing like putting in all the hours to turn in graduate school applications just to be rewarded by months of waiting.  Literally, months.  I jumped around the kitchen, ran around the house, and bounced in circles with Gramoose.  Then as I read more closely, the itinerary included a possible Broadway show.  Excitement to the max!  Not only was I going to fabulous NYC, I was jetsetting there on a red-eye from LA, getting to see my best friend, being put up in a hotel in Manhattan, interviewing for an incredible school, and getting to take a mini-vacay in the middle of January, it also included something that I have always wanted to do!  (Not too shabby, eh?)

The play was fantastic.  I can’t lie to you though, I went into it a bit skeptical.  A musical based on a comic book?  How good could it really be?  Needless to say, I was pleasantly surprised.  The set was one of the most elaborate, creative, and just incredible bits of art.  The music was much more edgy and quite perfectly fit the play.  The stunts and acrobatics were amazing.  The costumes…meh.  Mary Jane…ehh.  The storyline of the second act…yeh.  But the amazingosity of everything else definitely overshadowed the mehs, ehhs, and yehs.

So I would say that checking off my first 30B30 was quite a success.  It has a great story surrounding it and I rather enjoyed myself a lot.  I would definitely recommend this one.  If it ever comes out of previews…

Oh the Distractions…

I couldn’t focus on my original intent for the previous post after watching the interview between Mr. Bryson and Mr. Colbert.  If I could get everyone on board with me, I would certainly be keen on a polygamist relationship (Dan and Jon Stewart can come too.)

So now I’m creating this separate post to accomplish what I had originally set out to do.  As part of my 30B30, I’ve decided to blog about each accomplishment along the way.  The first thing I did: finish book one of 100.  It was Bill Bryson’s At Home.  I am a huge fan of Mr. Bryson.  If you don’t know who is shame on you.  Learn about him.  Learn to love him.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Bryson

I was lucky enough that when my parents visited, they bought the book for me, which I devoured and finished over Christmas break.  The great thing about Mr. Bryson is that he is outlandishly funny but also teaches a lot.  I always learn something new when I read one of his books (and I think I’ve read most of them and, if not, own them).

He had the most interesting discussion on stairs and their hazard to health.

Unmarried people are more likely to fall than married people, and previously married people fall more than both of those.  People in good shape fall more often than people in bad shape, largely because they do a lot more bounding and don’t descend as carefully and with as many rest stops as the tubby or infirm.

Ack, I love it!  So while some grumpy critic said that he hardly learned a thing while reading the book, I can do nothing but emphatically give it two giant thumbs up.  Perhaps he took one too many tumbles down the stairs himself…

The Second Sister Visits…

Heather visited us in August.  Megan came in September.  (Cough cough…Debbie it’s your turn…cough cough.)

Let me just say: it was great to get out and be all Hollywood (what what?!?).  We started the night at the apartment with red wine, Yahtzee, and Fergie radio (thank you Pandora).  Then it was off to Dillon’s for cheap beer.  Not really my favorite, but at $3 for a glass of beer, even this girly drinks a Bud Light.  Next was Citizen Smith, my new most favoritest bar in all the land.  It’s got private booths, a dance floor, and a bricked, outdoor garden.  Yeah, if you know me, you know how much I’m in love with that.  All of that.  There was much dancing (and even some schmoozing with the owner…points for Team Beckstar).  Velvet Margarita was our final stop before home where I dazzled everyone with my plasma bolt, spilled Kool-aid on the couch, and devoured chips and queso.

It was awesome.  And a much needed break from the monotony of working and working and working and working.

Well, back to work…

I Am Diabetes…

So, being the avid reader of my blog that you are, I’m sure you know that I have had just about the worst luck with doctors and my diabetes.  Then I moved to LA.  And then I met Dr. Goldberg.  My life changed.  Not only did he decrease my insulin (score) but he actually produced better control of my blood sugars doing so.  I met with his dietician, Charlotte, and have never felt to healthy and better about myself in my life (well, minus the cupcakes now and again, you can’t expect me to go without God’s gift to my belly).

Tomorrow is the day when it all comes together.  I take a blood test to actually determine how much better my blood sugars are.  On the upside, I know that I will do well (without studying!).  On the downside, I have to give blood (and probably look down in shame when Charlotte reads that I sometimes eat cupcakes for breakfast…hey, it’s a perk of being a grown-up!).

So wish me luck!  And get excited for Diabetes Day9, coming to a city near you on November 8th…

Walking the Red Carpet…

So last night, I walked the red carpet.  No one interviewed me or wanted to take my picture (other than Dan because I told him to).  But I was still there!

The movie poster. On the red carpet. No big deal.

It was the LA premiere of The Sorcerer’s Apprentice.  And it was awesome.

In front of the main theater at Disney.

We got to see the people as they arrived and had some drinks (I know.  You’re jealous.  It was super fancy.)

Jay Baruchel

Alfred Molina

Jon Turteltaub and his wife Amy

The premiere was actually a benefit premiere for the Creative Visions Foundation (http://www.creativevisions.org/), which was started by Amy Turteltaub and her mother after the murder of her brother.  You’ll have to go to the website to read all about it.  Quite an amazing organization and an amazing story.

So needless to say, there were lots of people there with lots of money to donate.  (Wish I had enough money to bid on the Sting signed, Andy Summers and Trevor Rabin.)

And, for your little fact of the day, Jerry Bruckheimer is actually quite short.

The movie was awesome and afterwards was an amazing party with food, African music, and very fancy people abound.

Sarah and Dan at the party.

Plus, we got a goodie bag as we left.  And I am now officially a sorceress myself…

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Yeah, it’s been a pretty sweet birthday week…

Take Me Out to the Ballgame…

About a month or two ago, when Dan asked me what I wanted for my birthday dinner I said, “A Dodger Dog.”  Living in Australia made me crave America’s pastime along with some peanuts and a hot dog.

Lucky for me, my birthday wish came true…twice!

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Dan surprised me with tickets to the Dodgers game last Friday night.  We got four tickets in the left field bleachers for the night game.  And the Dodgers won!  (Unfortunately, they only scored 9 out of the 10 runs required for free wings the next day.  You win some.  You lose some.)

Ashley, Chris, Dan and me at the game.

Then Saturday, we had awesome seats behind home plate for the afternoon game (shout out to Debbie for the amazing tickets…whoop whoop!).  But the Dodgers lost.  I, however, had a Dodger Dog, peanuts, and frozen yogurt with sprinkles.  I’d call it a win for Team Becca.

Yeah, that's Joe Torre. I like him.

So all in all, I would say that it has been a most successful birthday.  And it’s still not my birthday…

A Runner’s High…

I am not a runner.  I’m hardly a walker.  But last night, I went for a run.  That’s right ladies and gents, I laced up my Nikes and took a jog around the neighborhood.

Here’s what happened: I’ve been complaining about how lazy I’ve been about exercising. So I promised Dan that I would go to the gym.  Flash forward two hours and the couch is just calling my name.  He suggested that I just go for a walk.  I agreed.  But then once I got outside, I realized that I didn’t want to walk for half an hour.  So I ran.

And there you have it folks.  The ridiculous story behind why I ran for the first time in a year.  But hey, at least you get to see this sweaty picture of me as proof…

Glorious Victory!