drops onto the worn, deep groove
Top of the Billboard for years, but
we can’t dance to it
Volume turned down or cranked up to shatter the windows,
it is cacophony that never ceases,
even in slumber, it blares in our heads
The bass rumbles in your soul
shaking our bodies apart slowly in time
Change the station and it’s the same Musak
only some of us can hear
This is the rhythm of our life,
Whether you physically sat in the room at the Diabetes Advocates Forum or joined us there in spirit, I tell you now. It ends with us.
We will be the ones to end the feelings of frustration with diabetes, the barriers to affordable access, the misconceptions of…Continue
This morning, The Kid donned her furry Halloween costume and, with the promise of candy, traipsed behind a kind lady to a room filled with older ladies and gentlemen. We were part of a toddler parade at the local Memory Care & Alzheimer’s facility and I watched as the faces of these individuals lit up when small…Continue
From my blog The Perfect D:
What do dinosaurs and good health care insurance have in common?
Both are extinct.
At least in my world. I am longing for the days of my youth, when my parents’ health coverage was super-duper. It was like living on Big Rock Candy Mountain, except it was insulin that flowed freely and test strips that grew on trees. I had numerous in-patient visits to Joslin Clinic and not once did we…Continue
April 4, 1983
You knew what the doctor would say when she stood in the doorway of the examining room, staring at the expedited lab work . The checklist in Time magazine you read in class a week earlier gave you all the clues. (And sweetie, you really should have been studying…) Mentally checking every box next to the symptoms, it said: “You might have diabetes.”
Now it’s confirmed, but you have no idea what that really means. Mom and Dad do however,…Continue