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At 7:07pm on May 17, 2014, Archer42 said…

This is a poem (it is a pantoum)I wrote for a middle school poetry share this year at my school. Enjoy!

Everything changed that day
The day that diabetes came into my life
I was terrified but calm
There wasn’t a way out

The day that diabetes came into my life
I was taught to stick needles into my body
There wasn’t a way out
And there still isn’t

I was taught to stick needles into my body
It’s old hat for me now
Because there still isn’t a way out
I don’t just survive; I thrive

It’s old hat for me now
I have made my prison a home
I don’t just survive; I thrive
I am living proof of “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”

I have made my prison a home
It is not a prison now
I am living proof of “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”
Diabetes has not defeated me

It is not a prison now
I have accepted it and I can control it
Diabetes has not defeated me
And it never will

I have accepted it and I can control it
Diabetes does not define me
And it never will
Everything changed that day

At 1:53am on May 15, 2014, Heather Gabel said…

Here is my poem!:

send me well wishes, not tricks up your sleeve
because right when i need you, you also need me

there’s no changing colors, no charging up dues,
no market impressions, no turning up clues

i test, you trial, as our turbulence goes
on for lightyears, discomfort and woes

you never asked for permission, to park it and stay
you’re welcoming gift bears, a reason to pray

i pray not to jesus, nor shiva, nor thor
for they bare no witness, to what we’ve endured

answer me this, are you used to me yet?
cause i’m still not adjusted, your now and then threat

there’s no ‘when this is over,’ or ‘as soon as it’s done’
because you and i baby, got no where to run

so send me well wishes, and i’ll still do my best
together we’ll do it, every last test

there’s no you without me, nor me without you
so let’s be married in action, and both pay our dues
i can if you can, and we can it’s true
our bumps become our stories, our unexpected blues.


Here is the link to the original posting:


At 11:31am on May 14, 2014, Sagwabetes said…


A meditation:

"May moments of pain
Simply be blessings
Swathed in hospital dressings
To be better and stronger”

At 11:13am on May 14, 2014, Lonnie said…

DBlog Week's Poetry Tuesday


This is the moment when you become speechless
…of seemingly endless pondering and wild guesses
…the moment when you feel shattered and helpless
…This is the moment when the nurse says, “You have diabetes”

It’s desperately funny
You touch your skin and wonder, “Why me?”
You fight the feeling with a held-back tear and a happy memory
But the moment just simply floats and you feel depressed, cheated, angry…

Then a shallow voice in your head speaks loud and clear
Then it tells you to be strong and not fear
Then it asks you to keep your heads up and never lose that same old cheer
Because, without batting an eyelash, you have gone a long way from there to here

Just as you can tell how your story began, you can also tell how it would end
Pick a sad or happy ending, choose between can and can’t
It depends…

At 8:21am on May 14, 2014, Cath said…

martes de poesía - #dblogweek día 2

Llegaste a mi vida
sin que nadie te llamara
y decidiste instalarte
sin que nadie te invitara.

Recuerdo cuando niña
haberme preguntado
una y mil veces
que hice de malo;
porque me castigaban
con tu presencia
si lo único que quería
era tu ausencia.

Después de muchos años
de convivencia
aprendí a no tratarte
con indiferencia.
Pues eso me costó
malas experiencias;
además eras tú
la que salía ganando
en esta competencia.

Creo que por fin
hemos aprendido
a convivir en paz
ante todo lo ocurrido.
siempre estarás conmigo
a menos que una cura
llegue a mi camino.

Mientras ese día llega
seguiré conciliando contigo
porque asi no lo quiera
siempre te tengo conmigo.

At 8:16am on May 14, 2014, Caleb said…

http://typeonetrio.blogspot.com/2014/05/d-blog-week-day-2-poetry-tuesday.html For today's D Blog week topic, "Write a poem, rhyme, ballad, haiku, or any other form of poetry about diabetes."
After coming up empty on my poetry skills, I decided I would resort to our "Diabetic Archives". :)

Before there was a Type One Trio, Daniel wrote a poem describing his view of Type One.

The poem was written roughly a year following his diagnosis.

"I Got Type 1 Diabetes"

"It all got started, October 7th

Tested my blood, I was 411

I got Type 1 Diabetes.

Across our house *click click* will ring,

Seeing what my blood sugar will bring,

I got Type 1 Diabetes.

Every time I pull out a shot,

I hear people mumble what I've got,

Yeah, I have Type 1 Diabetes.

There's shots ll day, shots all night,

If ya got Type One, you've got a long fight,

I got Type One Diabetes.

Across my life *click click* will ring,

To see what my sugar will bring,

I got Type One Diabetes."

At 9:10pm on May 13, 2014, Chris Stocker said…

Diabetes, Me and You
The day I was vomiting and became very sick,

They couldn’t read my blood sugar from just one simple prick.

They had to know my blood sugar, so bloodwork was taken,

The doctor came back and the diagnosis was not mistaken

Chris, you have diabetes and you need an insulin drip,

You can’t eat or drink, but you can suck on this ice chip.

Educating myself and trying to calm down my mother,

I wondered to myself, who else has diabetes, I couldn’t think of another.

As days to months, and months turned to years,

I accepted the disease and overcame all of my fears.

My day’s now require insulin and blood sugar tests,

But my life is no different than all of the rest.

I created a business with type 1 diabetes to live out my dream,

But I couldn’t have done it without my supporting team.

This includes HCP, friends, family and of course my wife,

If it weren’t for diabetes, she would not have been brought into my life.

So for that diabetes, I really do want to thank you,

So until the day of a cure, I will manage living day to day with you.

At 6:09pm on May 13, 2014, MyDiabeticHeart said…


An Uncertain Crossing

Life is, in essence, a journey; a long walk on a path
that winds the mountains high and valleys low.

Along the path, you may encounter some rough spots;
there may be rain, fallen rocks, and rivers to cross.
As each situation arises, you must find a way to get by,
and continue on your journey.

Being diagnosed with a chronic illness like Diabetes,
Congestive Heart Failure, or others is like suddenly finding
yourself face to face with the biggest, widest river you have
even seen, and having no idea how you are going to get
across it to continue your journey.

Faced with such a daunting challenge, you see very few
options from which to choose. You can either stand still,
and watch as the river overflows its banks and sweeps you away,
or you can try to find a way to cross the river and continue on your way.

You quickly realize the river is too wide, and the currents are too strong
for you to swim across. There are also no boats, or any other means of
quickly crossing to the safety of the other side.

So, you now venture from the familiar path and into the wilderness in
search of a way across the river. And when you’ve just about given up
hope of finding a way, you come upon an old, rickety bridge, that looks
like it can barely hold itself up, let alone the weight of you.

As you stare at the bridge you take note of the many cracked and warped
wooden planks which make up the walk way. Some are even missing,
giving clear view of the raging river below. Fear and doubt consume your
thoughts; Will the bridge hold you? Will you make it? What will happen
if you don’t try to cross?

Suddenly, you realize that while you’ve been searching for a way across,
and allowing fear and doubt to take over your mind, the river has spilled
out of its banks, and the currents are now raging toward you.

Adrenaline fills your veins, and you know what you have to do. There’s no
turning back now. And after a quick prayer, and a last look behind, you
take a running jump onto the bridge, and you keep running. All in a
desperate attempt to make it to ….

Whether you will make it safely to the other side is known only
to God. All you can do is place your trust and faith in Him as youface An Uncertain Crossing.

At 5:59pm on May 13, 2014, StephT said…

Hello, I’m Diabetes, it’s so nice to meet you.
I just attacked your pancreas, and I’ll try to defeat you.
Because of me you will test and get high and get low.
The meaning of A1C and ketones, so soon you will know.
But don’t worry yet, the end is not near.
There’s this #DOC group and they have no fear.
The blog and they tweet, they support and they’re sweet.
And if you’re strong and determined, you’ve got this thing beat.
But don’t forget those not as lucky as you.
The kids with parents that don’t know what to do.
Reach out and support, a hug or a smile.
It could change someone’s day and it won’t take awhile.
We are in this together, type 2 and type 1,
We can fight it stronger and maybe have fun :)

At 4:37pm on May 13, 2014, Sue Rericha said…


My Diabetes Journey

Spring day
Phone rings
Get the news
Type 2
No surprise

Take it on
Head first
Counting carbs
Finger pokes

Newness wears off
What carbs
Too tired to walk
Absent meter

On again
Off again
Sometimes counting
Sometimes checking
Sometimes walking

Wanting to be good
Example for my kids
Live a long life
A healthy life
Count those carbs
Find the meter
Get out of the chair

At 3:47pm on May 13, 2014, kelly kunik said…

My #Dblogweek Poem - It doesn't have a name yet - Let me know if you think of one!


Diabetes you say? Sorry, I must have heard you wrong. 
You have diabetes? But you look so very strong! 

Diabetes by the numbers, diabetes by the type
Diabetes whispers and sometimes roars & leaves us shaking in the middle of the night. 

Diabetes as a descriptive, often seen as a character flaw
Diabetes as a Blame Game - But not our fault at all. 

Diabetes is 24X7, always by our side - Sometimes diabetes plays nicely, 
Other times subtlety implied. 
Sometimes diabetes upstages at the most inopportune of times....Daring to boldly Cross our self imposed D acceptability lines. 

Leaving us frustrated and angry, sometimes driving us to tears - 
Making us feel alone as we face our greatest D fears. 

Diabetes as a community and collective is what keeps us sane - 
Saving us from the folks that like to play diabetes as a Blame Game.
Talking each of us down from the rocky cliffs of all the diabetes "what - ifs," 
And showing us that even in the toughest D struggles - We are still given many a D gift.

The DOC educates each of us in all diabetes dimensions -  accepting, teaching and Welcoming us with open arms
Inspiring each of us to develop all of or diabetes strengths and charms.

Encouraging us to use our D voices each & every day - 

Showing us that D hope floats, regardless of what diabetes throws our way.

Kelly Kunik 


At 2:48pm on May 13, 2014, Sweet Kate said…

Three diabetes Haikus:

Diabetes sucks.
It is sometimes hard to face.
But we are worth it.

Health is important.
Exercise can be the key.
Get off the couch, dude!

D-Peeps aren’t alone.
Someone else understands you.
Connect, share, support!

At 11:23am on May 13, 2014, Christel said…


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,

skipping and stuck

until the needle is lifted.

Christel Marchand Aprigliano


At 10:32am on May 13, 2014, SugarCubes said…

here's my poem for #DBlogWeek 2014


I didn’t choose this for me,
I didn’t bring it upon myself,
The others did neither.
Because no one would.

I wish there was a cure,
I wish they found it already,
For me and for the others.
But no one could.

I hope we’ll all have
Teststrips and insulin to live,
Because people are still dying.
And no one should.

At 10:20am on May 13, 2014, Alan Eastwood said…

The Lament of the Lonely Lancet

Congratulations lancets all! You’ve all achieved a pass,
And now it’s time for you to leave the Lancing Duties class!
So follow me, you’ll be assigned to boxes at the gate –
Just keep in line and you’ll be fine, don’t push, not long to wait!

‘I’m scared, I’m not sure I should go, for though I passed the course,
And though I’d only do it once – could I draw blood by force?’
‘Just once? You’re joking! You’ll find out it’s six times every day,
And every day for several weeks before you’re thrown away!’

‘Are you sure? How awful! I think I may hang back
And lurk here in the shadows – they won’t miss one in a pack…
I’ll mingle with the needles, for surely they’re used less
And don’t conclude their useful life a blunt and bloodied mess!’

‘Oh my! I’ve been selected after months within this box,
In the darkness of this drawer with the underpants and socks!
It’s up to me to do my best and pierce this person’s skin
And deliver up a dialled dose of clean fresh insulin!’

Oh no! But wait! But it’s too late, I didn’t think this through!
I have no hole! It can’t get out! Whatever shall I do?
If only I’d stuck to my task, I’d surely have succeeded –
A lancet’s not a needle, for a needle’s hole is needed!

Alan :)

At 9:52am on May 13, 2014, McBatman said…

I have a pancreas in my pocket.
You might think that it's rare.
But there are others like me
Who really don't find it fair
To be judged and insulted
By misconceptions and lies.
Do you know what Type 1 is?
Do you know lows vs. highs?

A low's like a dementor.
The world's slow and aches.
My body stops functioning,
And sugar's what it takes
To save me from low's kiss.
Chocolate isn't ideal,
But I use it sometimes
To make magic seem real.

A high is like sickness,
Except ten times worse.
It's like I am stuck in a desert
And am dying of thirst.
My eyes get all blurry,
And if maintained for too long,
I get ketones and comas
And future health gone all wrong.

Even though they are different,
The stress is the same.
Imagine daily life with
This disease you can't tame.
Because it's not just about food,
As some people assume.
My blood sugar fluctuates
With stress, work, and mood.

And this isn't my fault!
And I can eat just like you,
So please don't attack me
Because I like chocolate too.
It sucks having to worry about
Whatever I eat,
But it gets even worse
When I'm denied every treat.

I know some mean well,
But it gets really old.
The advice on my diet,
Do I have to be told
What I am allowed
When it's my body's disease?
I know what I'm doing,
So let me decide please.

Through this one poem,
I've tried to explain,
But if you forget,
Just try to refrain
From judging us all,
We aren't too different from you.
And hopefully someday,
We'll have free pockets too.

-Diabatic (McKenzie McManus Horner)
Illustrated version: http://diabatic.tumblr.com/post/63927114665

At 8:23am on May 13, 2014, Dkinsey said…

Here is my poem for #dblogweek

Wake up
Finger stick, 77
Bolus for breakfast
Feed the cat
Crawl back into bed

Do my makeup
Do my hair
Get dressed
Listen for the reminder
Finger stick, 144

Drive to work
Finger stick, 160
Have a snack
Listen for the reminder
Finger stick, 185

Time for lunch
Don’t forget to bolus and check
Crap, someone brought cupcakes
Easy bolus and hope for the best

Two hours later
My reminder beeps
Finger stick
Check, 280!

Correction bolus
Drink water and wait
I want a snack
Those stupid cupcakes
Drink more water and wait

Drive home
Plan dinner
Finger stick, 170
I’ll take it
Bolus for dinner
Make dinner, eat dinner
Listen for the reminder
Finger stick, 156

Enjoy my evening
Get ready for bed
Put on my pajamas
Finger stick, 145
Crawl into bed
Sleep and repeat the next day.

At 8:22am on May 13, 2014, Carey said…

A D-Blog Week poem inspired by American poet, Robert Matthew Van Winkle

All right stop, calibrate and listen
for some highs I might be missin’
Paranoia grabs me tightly
Stressin’ over sugars daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? Yo -- I don't know
Turn off the lights, pray he don’t go low
To the extreme I lift his fries like a vandal
Steal his birthday cake and only leave him with the candle.
Awake, bum rush the pricker that looms
Trippin’ in the dark on Super Mario mushrooms
Dexcom, it plays that dope melody
Buzzing in my ear it’s like a non-stop felony
Love it or leave it, it’s the only way
That I’ll get some ZZZs, cause the D don't play
If there was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it
Cherry-favored tabs - watch my boy dissolve it.
Please, diabetes! I am begging you tonight. Won’t you play …
Nice Nice Baby? a little Nice Nice Baby. Won’t you play
Nice Nice Baby? a little Nice Nice Baby.

At 8:21am on May 13, 2014, George Simmons said…

Here is my poem for #DBlogWeek.

I Turn Around

I turn around,

It's what was taught, what was known, nothing was shown.

I turn around,

Keep the peace and aim to please, all kept at ease.

I turn around,

A wall to hide the other side, my wounded pride.

So the looks and the glares the constant stares pierce my soul more than this hole,

So I squeeze and I bleed and I frown. I turn around.

I turn around,

to draw it up, that flicking sound I try to drown.

I turn around,

to lift my shirt, to drop my face in case it hurts.

I turn around,

for fear of fear that others share of something I have no choice but bear.

Can this fortress I have stop the stab and the sound?

I look around and I wait, hesitate, I turn around.

I turn around,

Half a spin, come back again like nothing's changed.

I turn around,

palming the waste and tools I used kept out of views.

I turn around,

wondering why the public eye can't see me cry.

For years I hid as a kid, stayed stealth and hurt my health,

so now I stand and I draw and I stab and squeeze and I bleed and I cry if I need,

But I can't and I won't be ashamed or afraid or put down cause I won't turn around.

At 7:32am on May 13, 2014, Kerri Sparling said…

Hi! Sharing my poem for Diabetes Blog Week, inspired by the children's book 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 Girl toiled
To keep diabetes
From making life spoiled.

But how disease wails
And how disease barks
As it moves to our bodies
And works to leave marks.

“Down!” cried the Girl
As she looked at her Dex
Wondering why her blood sugar
Management was complex.
It should be “count carbs”
And then calculate doses.
(A pre-meal lunch bolus
Should not cause psychosis.)

Dex looked at her sadly
And let out a BEEP
(As the Girl pulled her pump out
From hip, hidden deep),
“I am your Dex, as keen as can be.
There is room, I assume,
For a Dex like me?”

“Yes!” cried the Girl,
and the Dex gave a laugh.
The Girl tapped the button
And WHOOSH! There’s the graph!

Throughout the day,
The Girl wrote and she worked.
Her daughter drew pictures,
Both cats went berserk.
The Girl laughed out loud,
All the memories brewing.
Memories of not knowing
What blood sugar was doing.

“Up!” cried the Girl,
when she saw, on her run,
That her blood sugar tumbled
Down to 81.
Then out from her SpiBelt
With a flourish of dust
She grabbed glucose tabs
And ate three in a rush.

“Why make the effort?”
Some innocents asked.
“Is exercise worth
Getting kicked in the ass?”

Then she said,
As the Dexcom went BEEP with intent
To let her know
just how low blood sugar went,
“I used to fly blind,
but now I have Dex
That helps me keep
blood sugar numbers in check.”

Then, all of a sudden,
In the silence of night
Blared the BEEP from the Dexcom
That woke her upright.
It woke up the Girl
And it woke up her Chris
(And it scared both the cats
As they let out a hiss),
“I am your Dex, as loud as can be,
Get up soon, while I boom,
And eat tabs or candy.”

“Grumph,” said the Girl
As she stumbled from bed
And consumed the contents
of the fridge instead.
But thankful that beeps and alarms
Work to rumble
from deep, sleeping slumber
While blood sugars tumble.

“But it’s a device!
It makes you mechanic!”
“I’d rather devices
than blood sugar panic.”

Dex looked at her prouldy
And let out a BEEP
(As the Girl checked the patterns
Before going to sleep),
“I am your Dex. I work hard as can be.
There is room, I assume,
For a Dex like me?”

“Yes!” cried the Girl,
on her Safety’s behalf.
The Girl tapped the button
And WHOOSH! There’s the graph!



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