Insulin pump beeps, "Test Now. Low Battery. Change Sensor." Glucose-meter beeps,
"End. Hypo. Jammed strip."
They crescendo. Fugue.
I do a Nina Simone by turning my back to them,
playing my music, Then walking away.
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…
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.
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 :)
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.
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!
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.
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.
US Hispanics are often portrayed in the press as a single, monolithic group. But anyone who has spent any time in San Francisco’s Mission District or the Bronx can tell you, we’re not all the same. Now we’re finding out Read on! →
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