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."
Poem About A Daughter's Struggle With Diabetes
This is very similar to my younger sister. About 2 years ago she was really sick. I look back on pictures of her before she was diagnosed (T1D) and I can't believe I didn't notice something...
She Is Strong
Published by Family Friend Poems August 2015 with permission of the Author.
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This is very similar to my younger sister. About 2 years ago she was really sick. I look back on pictures of her before she was diagnosed (T1D) and I can't believe I didn't notice something was wrong, she was so incredibly thin. Eventually my mom took her to the hospital. They checked her blood sugar, and it was nearly triple what it should be. She was also in DKA. Thankfully, she's doing much better now. I'm glad you managed to get your life back on track. It really is a big change and definitely takes some getting used to.