Continuing with this newly acclaimed title not of my creation, I will allude to a recent Twitter by Alasdar Wilkins. Although his blog article subjects the reader to in-depth thinking, I have, nonetheless, become more comfortable by publicly admitting to being a cyborg.
Wilkins writes “Though creatures like the Terminator are still scifi dreams, cyborgs already exist in real life. Millions of people use mechanical implants to improve their lives. That opens up urgent questions about cyborg rights, particularly in athletics.” I find the keyword here to be “rights.”
I am an insulin pump user. Have been for fifteen years. In my recently published autobiography, page 215, I bring up the fact of being a cyborg as follows: “Thus, I claim fame to being a cyborg. I walk around in life with a 3.5 ounce machine clipped to by belt, bra, waistband, or in a pant or skirt pocket that is both comfortable and big enough to hold it. A clear plastic tube no more than 24 inches in length dangles between the pump and my body site. This allows a life-giving and necessary human hormone to drip [insulin] into my person every three minutes. If that’s not a cyborg, I don’t know what is!” Etcetera, etcetera.
I not only credit Mr. Wilkins for this recent article, but the term “cyborgization” will now be adopted, at least by me. Having seen this specific word for the first time, it brought a smile to my face.
Just more food for thought. It is what it is and that’s all there is.
A. K. Buckroth, “My Diabetic Soul – An Autobiography,” 2010, www.mydiabeticsoul.com.