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Pizza (A Christmas Poem).

Diabetes Poetry By December 20, 2016 Tags: , , , , 11 Comments

T’was the night before Christmas and all tinsel’s in, Not a creature was stirring or making insulin. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that my islet cells soon would be there. My children were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of pizza boxes filled me with dread. I took out my pen, assessed the…


Writer’s Block.

Uncategorized By April 21, 2015 Tags: , 7 Comments

Sat down at the keyboard And I couldn’t find the words. I found the letters, that was easy. Home row right there in my face. But the words? The words?  The words? I can’t find those anyplace. (I grabbed a pen and paper To see if that would start the flow … but it didn’t.) I’ve run out of things…


Happy Birthday, Dr. Seuss!

Diabetes Advocacy, Diabetes and Emotions By March 2, 2015 Tags: , , , , 5 Comments

Happy birthday to Dr. Seuss!  He’s always been one of my favorite writers to read, recite, and then parody as needed.  In homage to the good doctor on his birthday, I’m revisiting a poem I wrote called A Human’s Resilient, One Hundred Percent! Because we are resilient, damn it. *   *   * Sighed Panky, a lazy panc deep in the…


A Human’s Resilient, One Hundred Percent!

Diabetes and Emotions, Diabetes Community, Diabetes Online Community, Psychosocial Support, Real Life Diabetes By August 25, 2014 Tags: , 18 Comments

Sighed Panky, a lazy panc deep in the gut “I’m tired and I’m bored And I’m stuck in a rut From making, just making insulin every day. It’s work! How I hate it! I’d much rather play! I’d take a vacation, or a long nap If I could find someone to do all this crap! If I could find someone,…


Looking Back: Dining Out.

Uncategorized By June 19, 2014 Tags: , , , , , , , 6 Comments

I love going out on the town for the night And having a meal by a soft candlelight (Because I know, at a restaurant, meals are yummy; For the food isn’t prepped, touched, or cooked by me.) But to dine with type 1 can be quite complex, Because restaurant food has a whole set of specs That require some SWAG’ing;…


D-Blog Week: Diabetes Poetry.

Dexcom, Real Life Diabetes, Robot Life, Uncategorized By May 13, 2014 Tags: , , , , , 16 Comments

Today is Poetry Day for Diabetes Blog Week, and I’m paying homage to one of our favorite books here in the run-by-a-four-year-old Sparling household – Room on the Broom. There’s Room, I Assume? The Girl has a panc And islets that were blank And a long history With no pancreas thanks. Oh but how the Girl worked And how the…


Make a Difference For One.

Diabetes Advocacy, Diabetes Community, Diabetes Online Community, Psychosocial Support By January 15, 2014 Tags: , , , , 9 Comments

An ode to the community I respect so much, and one that doesn’t simply exist “online.”  Diabetes advocacy takes shape in the smallest actions – you don’t have to be a “blogger” in order to make a difference.  Make a Difference for One. We’re united by beta cells on a long break.We’re united by know just how much it takesTo…


World Diabetes Day 2013.

Diabetes Community, Diabetes Online Community, Psychosocial Support, Real Life Diabetes By November 14, 2013 Tags: , , , , , , , , , 21 Comments

“You have diabetes  You seem fine.” “I am fine.” Diabetes makes me walk the precarious fine line Between “I’m sick” and “I’m not” and the whole in-between That makes diabetes invisible, and yet so seen. “Needles?  Every day?  I could never,” You could.  And you would, and you’d do it forever If that’s what kept you from good life or…


Where the Islet Cells End

Diabetes and Emotions, Diabetes and Family, Diabetes Community, Diabetes Online Community, Diabetes Poetry By August 23, 2011 Tags: , , , No Comments

(A tribute to Shel Silverstein‘s beautiful, “Where the Sidewalk Ends.”) There is a place where the islet cells endAnd that’s where diabetes begins.In this place, you can stumble and things can get scaryThose moments when numbers make you feel so waryAnd the burden is almost too heavy to carryThis is where our community comes in. Let us leave this place where misconceptions growAnd…