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A Few Rhyme-y Lines

Follow along this week as I participate in Diabetes Blog Week!! Today's post topic is "Poetry Tuesday".
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I’m not sure how you picked me,
The lucky one of one hundred.
Eleven years I was free,
But then your fury thundered.

Right away I felt the pain,
Of fingersticks and needles,
Of counting carbs and blood drawn veins,
Of life in such upheaval.

I’d like to think I was your prey,
But we both know that’s not true.
You forced my family to pay,
The innocent Heather, Roy, and Sue.

Beyond the diagnosis,
You dashed my kindergarten dream,
Disguised in a good prognosis,
Was a childhood guttural scream.

In college I tried to forget you,
Not exactly my wisest plan,
Before long my blood sugars flew,
It wasn’t worth a short life span.

I trudged through constant motions,
Depressed, alone, angry, and sad.
My motivation was broken,   
It was getting pretty bad.

In a moment of desperation,
I brought up Google’s search function,
And typed the cause of my frustration:
“Type 1 Diabetes” discussion.

For the next hour I couldn’t stop,
Clicking on peer-written stories.
I was finally facing the knot,
That had buried within my tummy.

I realized I was never alone,
There was more than just me in the fight.
The seed of empathy was sown,
Everything was going to be alright.   

So, Diabetes, it turns out you’re wrong,
You can’t claim victory today,
Instead of weak, you made me strong,
How can I ever repay?

You taught me grit and brought me friends,
Along with challenges o’plenty.
But through this pokey, medical lens,
I’ve learned to accept you…gently.

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  1. Wow, this is amazing. Thank you so much for sharing - I know someone out there will read it and find the same comfort you found in connecting with the DOC.

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