August 23, 2011

Where the Islet Cells End.

(A tribute to Shel Silverstein's beautiful, "Where the Sidewalk Ends.")

There is a place where the islet cells end
And that's where diabetes begins.
In this place, you can stumble and things can get scary
Those moments when numbers make you feel so wary
And the burden is almost too heavy to carry
This is where our community comes in.

Let us leave this place where misconceptions grow
And the damaging articles win.
Where the blood sugar pendulum swings to and fro
And the mindset of fear leads to … well, I don't know
Past the place where you're told that you reap what you sow
To that place we find strength deep within.

We'll all write with a purpose that's true and we'll know
That our words make a difference; the world we will show
What it means - "Diabetes" -, and together, bestow
Our support on each other.  Our friends.

Image credit to the epically talented Shel Silverstein.

June 15, 2011

You Can Do THIS: My Video.

When you're dealing with something relentless each day,
It can feel like frustrations are seconds away.
There's the burnout, depression of chronic disease
The chaos that comes with attempts to appease.

We do blood sugar testing, precision carb counting,
We're wearing devices to aid in surmounting
The pressure of acting as panceri stand-ins.
This whole diabetes can sure be demanding!

We lean on our doctors, we lean on our friends,
We lean on our families and try to no end
To master this monster known as diabetes.
We try, and we stumble, but get back on our feeties.

Because we can do this!  I know that we can!
We can master this monster! We can draft up a plan!
Or just fumble days we're unsure how to weather.
The point is, we're in this, and in this together.

You can do this!  You can.  If I can, so can you.
I'm the last diabetic who knows what to do.
I try hard to succeed in managing this whole mess.
I am so far from perfect, but I do my best.

If you have diabetes, you are not alone.
You're part of a group that has blossomed and grown.
We're all living with this. We hold on to each other.
We'll get through today and move on to another.

You can do this.  I swear.  Even days that are tough
Come with moments that prove how you can be tough.
There's a life to be lived, one that I wouldn't miss.
So hold your head high.  You can do THIS.

April 01, 2011

Diabetes: The Acrostic Poem Version.

Penning up a few posts for April.  Because I have no life.  :)

The crew at WEGO Health is hosting a Health Activist Writer's Month Challenge (HAWMC), similar to the NaBloPoMo of November.  Can we do 30 health posts in 30 days (and plan a first birthday party!)?  I'm trying to complete this challenge, and thankfully, I've got a pile of prompts to keep my brain on shuffle.  Today's prompt is "Write an acrostic poem for your condition."  Don't mind if I do!

An acrostic poem.  Boo yeah.

Diabetes is my disease-ee.  I live with this mess every day.
I don't always know how blood sugars will go, but try to make things go my way.
A big misconception about type 1 conception is that to sweets I must be addicted.
But it's luck, a full moon - this thing's autoimmune, and its cause can't be simply predicted.
Either way that you slice it, type 1 is not nice, it's a serious health condition.
There isn't a cure, and it's chronic, for sure, with no hope for a break or remission.
Each day and each night, we continue the fight, for our health and our rights and our lives.
So today, when you see a PWD, be sure to give them a high five.

February 14, 2011

Won't You Be My Valentine?

Oh rotting, feeble pancreas of mine,I'd send my pancreas roses if it would get off its ass.
Won't you be my Valentine?
Won't you wake from your long sleep
And make some insulin, you creep?

What makes you sit, all shaped like a wiener,
Lazy and dull, with a pompous demeanor?
What makes it okay, that for your enjoyment
You've spent twenty plus years filing unemployment?

We need to start over; we need to be friends.
We need this whole type 1 diabetes to end.
I'm tired of shots and I'm sick of the lows,
So I think we should talk about ending this row.
I could use a break, my corn-cob-shaped friend.
I'd love to have 'old age' listed as my end.
I think that your time off has drawn to a close.
I'd like working islets, and plenty of those.

How 'bout it, old pal?  Care to start working?
Care to start minding duties you've been shirking?
I promise to be an attentive best friend,
I'll thank you each morning and as the day ends.
I won't take for granted the hormone you make
And I'll forgive you for the last 24 years' mistake.

I've brought you some flowers and a Border's gift card,
In hopes that when I bring milkshakes to the yard
You'll be so inclined to jump start all those islets
Who've been holding their breath for so long that they're violet.

So what do you say, oh pancreas of mine?
Won't you be my Valentine?

August 11, 2010

I Couldn't Wait.

I found out I was pregnant and I couldn't wait to know
If 'it's a boy' or 'it's a girl' I would spend nine months to grow.
I couldn't wait for her to show us that she was our little she.
I couldn't wait to see her dancing on the ultrasound TV.

I couldn't wait to touch her tiny hands or kiss her little nose.
I couldn't wait to count her fingers and to tickle little toes.
I couldn't wait for weeks to pass and my body to look round.
I couldn't wait to hear her heartbeat.  (I still love to hear that sound.)

I couldn't wait for docs to tell me it was time to meet our girl.
I couldn't wait for her to cry and let us know she's in the world.
I couldn't wait to dress her up in little socks and little dresses.
I couldn't wait to sing her songs and make her laugh and stroke her tresses.

I found out I was pregnant and I couldn't wait to meet
The little girl I worked so hard to build, from ears to arms to feet.
I couldn't wait to see her smile, to hear "Mama," to watch her crawl,
To go on trips, to see the world, to watch her grow, to Do It All.

But then this morning, as I fed her, I noticed that her little legs
Were stretching out in small pajamas that no longer were "too big."
And I noticed she was eating more than she had done before,
And that clothes all marked "newborn" were packed in boxes on the floor.

I found out I was pregnant and I couldn't wait to see
The daughter I was meant to have and hold her close to me.

And weeks, they pass in minutes, and she grows so very fast
That I can't wait to hold her close and hold these moments while they last.

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