Courage Poem

Poem About Daughter Fighting Diabetes

My daughter was diagnosed with juvenile diabetes at the age of 13. She is now 28. We have been through some rough times with ketoacidosis, and I have known what it is like to have a doctor say, "We are doing all we can." On October 5, 2013, she will have gone one year without a hospital visit. She is struggling with some of the complications of diabetes in her digestive system and it is becoming harder for her to control her blood sugars. This poem is about my admiration for her.

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My life was normal. Then one day I just got sick. My energy levels were low. I didn't want to eat. I was going to the bathroom a lot, and I slept longer than I used to. My mom knew that...

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She Is Strong

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Published: August 2015

At birth,
she was strong.

It was her
mother
who knew
that her
previously
pink and soft-edged
life
was about
to become
sharp,
red,
tangled in pain
and without
a guarantee.

But
she was strong,
and
even through
the
unkept
promises
and
the highs
and
the lows,
she stayed strong.

And
some nights,
her mother
sleeps
beside her
in a hospital.
Coming there
in confusion,
panting,
vomiting,
slipping away,
in an ambulance
or a helicopter,
with tubes
and needles
and anxiety,
panic,
terror,
then relief.
Always love.
Thinking,
"Why her?"
"Why us?"

And
as she finally
sleeps,
peacefully,
just as she did
as a baby,
and the adrenaline
fades away,
and the pain
gives way
to such beauty,
her mother
thinks to herself,
"Thank God,
she is strong."

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  • Xzavia Mccovery by Xzavia Mccovery
  • 1 year ago

My life was normal. Then one day I just got sick. My energy levels were low. I didn't want to eat. I was going to the bathroom a lot, and I slept longer than I used to. My mom knew that something was wrong, so she finally took me to the doctor. In the E.R. they checked my blood glucose level, and it was way over 900. I was admitted to the hospital for 2 days. The doctors told my mom that I was in DKA (diabetic ketoacidosis). My mom came back into the room after talking to the doctors. She gave me a hug and told me it was going to be okay, but I could see it in her eyes it was bad news. I was hooked up to an insulin drip. I had to go to see an endocrinologist for my diabetes. At first I was scared, but aren't we all. My whole life began to change. My family was my support. They helped me cope with my highs and lows. But now I'm 16, and I couldn't be happier with my life. I play on the varsity soccer team at my school and I run track. I hope this will help anyone overcome their fear like I did.

  • Hanna Jarvis by Hanna Jarvis
  • 2 years ago

This poem speaks so beautifully of your daughter. I am 19 years old, and am also a type one diabetic. I have been in ketoacidosis at least 150 times or so. I am actually having stomach and digestive problems as well now too. (Plus Lupus and Rheumatoid arthritis.) I understand her pain and have seen my grandmother struggle with the same questions as you have as a mother. She's lucky to have you.

Thank you. My heart goes out to you. I pray every night for a cure so that young people like yourself can live a simple, free, and unfettered life with no more pain. Remember, there will always be someone who understands what you are going through.

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