Momof4gr8kids
11-23-2006, 12:42 AM
So from the title I'd bet you've already guessed that I am nervous for tomarrow to come. I bet you also guessed that diabetes month has taken it's toll. I have been writing at least one newspaper, radio station, or newstation requesting that they profile type 1 along with type 2. None have panned out, and I am feeling quite angry at taking a back seat to type 2. I started a blog at the begining of this week to act as a public journal. If people read it great. If they don't, that is dandy, too. Anyhow, today I set out to get my feelings out, and ended up writing a poem. It is just how I am feeling, at least part of what I am feeling. It isn't well written, english has never been my best subject, but I thought I would share anyways. So here it is.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving,
I am a nervous wreck.
The holidays are coming to quickly,
I need to pause for just a sec.
Turkeys, and ham, potatoes, and stuffing,
enough to feed the crowd that is coming.
Those are not the things that are a worry,
something more, something that brings a furry.
Diabetes is the name of our uninvited guest,
he will show up anyhow in his nicest vest.
He will bring with him medical needs galore,
he will make it hard to enjoy life anymore.
No one will know what it is like to be us,
the families with diabetes, who are compared to great uncle Gus.
No one will know how many pokes,or the dangers,
not one will even share our angers.
We receive that pitied glance, the one full of dis pare,
hope our little ones don't notice, hope they don't care.
While they are getting their insulin, and a poky one more time,
everyone else will be eating, and laughing, and having a good time.
We will return to join them in the merriment,
always taking a glance at diabetes's entertainment.
The desert is almost in view,
and now it is time to choose,
pumpkin, apple, peach pies,
which will give us less highs?
As the night lingers on we head for home,
I am happy for the saying "when in Rome".
Our children had fun, we got to relax,
our kids got to have desert that did not resemble flax.
We say our prayers, blessing for all,
praying not one more parent will know this horrid fall.
We pray for the cure, we pray for our children's peace,
we cuddle them closely, as we poke them again, realising the pokes will never cease.
We read them a tale as we tuck them in tight,
give them water, and make sure all is safe for the night.
Two more checks still to come, diabetes is still there.
I will not sucomb, for diabetes I do not care.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving,
I am a nervous wreck.
The holidays are coming to quickly,
I need to pause for just a sec.
Turkeys, and ham, potatoes, and stuffing,
enough to feed the crowd that is coming.
Those are not the things that are a worry,
something more, something that brings a furry.
Diabetes is the name of our uninvited guest,
he will show up anyhow in his nicest vest.
He will bring with him medical needs galore,
he will make it hard to enjoy life anymore.
No one will know what it is like to be us,
the families with diabetes, who are compared to great uncle Gus.
No one will know how many pokes,or the dangers,
not one will even share our angers.
We receive that pitied glance, the one full of dis pare,
hope our little ones don't notice, hope they don't care.
While they are getting their insulin, and a poky one more time,
everyone else will be eating, and laughing, and having a good time.
We will return to join them in the merriment,
always taking a glance at diabetes's entertainment.
The desert is almost in view,
and now it is time to choose,
pumpkin, apple, peach pies,
which will give us less highs?
As the night lingers on we head for home,
I am happy for the saying "when in Rome".
Our children had fun, we got to relax,
our kids got to have desert that did not resemble flax.
We say our prayers, blessing for all,
praying not one more parent will know this horrid fall.
We pray for the cure, we pray for our children's peace,
we cuddle them closely, as we poke them again, realising the pokes will never cease.
We read them a tale as we tuck them in tight,
give them water, and make sure all is safe for the night.
Two more checks still to come, diabetes is still there.
I will not sucomb, for diabetes I do not care.