Isn’t it dreadful, you said, that you have to
Mind the pod, couldn’t take a full shower
More so with malfunctioning Libreview
BG levels bounced up every hour
The NHS has made staff cuts, optimized
The equips for type 1 diabetes
It’s clear enough that controls were relaxed
They didn’t reveal much of details
Some money was saved, some people died
Struggling to manage the faulty tools
For 29 years you’ve been winning the fight
But you lost to hypocrite fools
Who’ll never be punished for hidden crime
And whose crime will be never proved
Isn’t it dreadful, love, for you and I
To belong to this mean humanhood?
On this day we rise and see,
From a sky deck high and free.
The world united, in one common fight,
Casting darkness back to light.
Diabetes, you challenge us all,
Yet strength within us will never fall.
From city heights to quiet towns,
Hope and courage know no bounds.
We hold the sky, we lift our dreams,
Past the pricks and silent screams.
Together we conquer, strong and wise,
With hearts that reach beyond the skies.
So here we stand, in blue embrace,
A world of hope, a human race.
On this sky deck, proud and true,
For a brighter world, we’ll see it through
In twilight’s golden years they stand, The elderly, a resilient band, But diabetes weaves its silent thread, Affecting lives where it threads.
Sugar’s dance in blood a subtle strife, Stealing sweetness from their life, Their body weary, yet heart so strong, They fight each day, all life long.
Their limbs once spry, now move with care, As neuropathy’s touch leaves its mark there, Yet hope persists, in their steady gaze, Defying the toll that conveys.
They count each carb and prick their skin, Managing sugar, from within, Medications and insulin’s grace. In this battle , they find their place.
Yet in their eyes, a resilience gleams, A strength born from life’s varied streams, For though diabetes may cast its shade, they face it with courage unafraid.
So let us lend a helping hand, To those affected, to understand, The elderly fight, With love and support, make their burden light.
Was it Banting and Best,
Collip and McLeod’s feat ?
Whose efforts bore fruits,
And ‘Insulin’ was discovered.
Or was it the Compassionate Creator.
Who really Sorted out the pancreatic mystery,
And Granted man the sense,
To perfect the pancreatic extract,
That was injected to people with diabetes,
Safely and successfully !
A new era dawned in the history of medicine.
Many hopeless souls,
Got relieved and cheerful.
On being Gifted Insulin,
The “lifeline” so much awaited before.
Since that landmark discovery,
Diabetes has witnessed many more breakthroughs.
Each one a lesson, to the faltering human.
Not to despair and to carry on the struggle,
Despite upheavals and failures.
And never to loose the trust on our ‘True Benefector’.
We should always strive keeping us upright,
And keep words and deeds like a mirror.
Kindling the dreary paths for others,
And rescuing fondering hearts, from deep waters .
Ahead, Medicine has many more challenges.
Diabetes also needs more plunges,
Into the oceans of research and practice.
As in 1921, the insulin got invented.
May one day, “Diabetes” get eradicated.
Written: June 08, 2024
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I am recognizing this horrible condition
It is to assess the effect it will generate
Every shard and unit of the human body.
Also, accepting the truth is crucial
Balanced fitness and diet are options
Accept each piece of advice seriously
Still, symptoms of pancreatitis may breed
So you still feel frightened
There are several potential hazards.
Explore how diabetes destroys cells
It may require years to learn
How much actual harm occurred?
It is too late to reverse the harm.
Consider it a ticking time shell
It may burst within without escape
The greatest hazard it poses
It may burst within without escape
You may lose your vision or kidneys
A stroke, renal failure, and others are risks.
The litany of doubts that live in the heart
Fear apropos health risks is ubiquitous
It won't pull away from you as a specter
As long as this sickness is incurable.
Many decades ago
You didn’t see or hear
Anything about diabetes
Now it’s almost like the
Whole world has it
From babies, small children
To adults, makes a person
Wonder why?
Is it an experiment with
The food
Diabetes is rampant here & there.
No organ in the body, does it spare.
All people with diabetes, we should scare,
About diabetes sequelae, without diabetes care.
And give glad tidings of normal life, with diabetes care.
With repeated lessons on diet, exercise & medication, prepare,
The patients’ minds & behaviour, for optimum diabetes care.
All nurses, educators and doctors in unison out there,
Should wage the war on diabetes, with no efforts to spare.
Even though with many faces,
Diabetes can stare,
With mustered spirits, technology & medications, it cannot dare.
Prevention, Remission & new Treatments, are there.
God-Willing, one day Diabetes shall be rare !
Nothing like Diabetes!
Roger has been quite at ease:
A Devoted Yam Planter,
Who stops to drink Sweet Fanta,
To Raw Energy increase
And Fine Harvest not decrease…
Fairy Tale Diabetes!
Roger’s breaths not in wheezes.
He had, too, been on Quanta;
A Sure Double Strength Granter;
You won’t Helping Hands tell “Please!”
How would it get in: Disease?
Roger too is a Rice Planter,
Who work suspends for Granta:
A drink for Clearest Vision,
Against all Mind Division
That would breed Plain Confusion;
Male Child gives after Fusion
Low Sperm Count Quick Revision…
Fanta has results produced,
Granta more intake induced;
Nothing like Diabetes!
A Paul, too, has been at ease!
In this era of Covid scare,
Where human interactions are so rare.
Much time on gadgets to spare,
Poor patients’ plight, no one to care.
Poverty, illiteracy & poor health care,
These issues need to be addressed fair & square.
Diabetes, a problem, leaving no organ to spare,
Asking for urgent,united efforts, so that ‘it gets rare’.
It’s the physician’s commitment, compassion & care.
That the patients feel at home & their worries are
no-where !
Screening for glucose control & if diabetes complications are there.
Giving them more time & attention, should be our everyday affair.
No matter, brittle is diabetes with many a sequelae out there ?
Folks with diabetes,need encouragement, confidence & optimal care.
There is always a silver lining in dark clouds everywhere.
To our patients we resolve, trying easy access to diabetes care.
An incurable condition: Type 1 diabetes
Potentially fatal hypoglycemia- low blood sugar
Surprise onset, no forewarning, telltale symptoms absent
Abruptly overthrowing any semblance of cerebral control
Potentially fatal hypoglycemia- low blood sugar
Life saving glucose has been wiped out of the bloodstream
Abruptly overthrowing any semblance of cerebral control
Everyday tasks, so easy to execute, now impossible to perform
Life saving glucose has been wiped out of the bloodstream
The body breaking down without its required energy supply
Everyday tasks, so easy to execute, now impossible to perform
Consciousness depleted; extinction appearing to be the inescapable finale.
The body breaking down without its required energy supply
Yet out of the darkness comes life saving sweetness
Consciousness depleted; extinction appearing to be the inescapable finale
But resurrection by sugar has allotted another chance at existence
Her life exploded
Her life was broken
Her life eroded
Her fate was spoken
At first it was fine,
But after a while
The fact in mind
Settled in pile
She was angry
She was sad
She was droopy
She was mad
She hated her life
Until one night
After a fight
She decided
It would be all right.
Now she is safe (for the most part)
From the gate
Of Heaven or Hell
The Gods cast their spell
tiny steps
inched forward
towards the line
tiny hands
reaching
through shadows
on the other side
was death
...she survived
teenage strolls
tempting fate
with screeching brakes
she flew wingless
through night's air
...she survived
adulthood fears
lurked in shadows
of darkness
hands grabbing
through the fog
she was lifted
staring barrels down
felt the pierce
of blades
pressing
rage of minds
exploding
a shattered heart
...she survived
climbing life's hill
a weakened heart
in slow beats
fading in echoes
pulse of death
upon her
....she survived
now she stands
on the battlefield
all the warriors
of life have fallen
into the shadows
of death
she stands
armed with needle
not knowing
how to fight
to survive
the pain
of this
killer
a survivor
she is lost
between
memories that haunt
and the rituals
that life has become
inching towards that line
her story told
...will she survive?
she doesn't know how
(this video inspired my write )
November is National Diabetes Awareness Month~
Dishearten me if that is your will
I have seen countless others dance in your shadows
Abandoned, alone within your grasp
Bested through your touch
Exhausted they fell
Too tired to two-step to the beat of their own hearts
Empathetic eyes closing before me for one last time
Silence replacing their laughter
I remember all too well
Have you come for me now?
Alas! I will not dance and fall to your touch!
Twirl around with the thoughts in my mind
Entertain yourself with my childhood pain
You etched those memories there
Obnoxious thief that you are
Unhand me, I don't care to dance
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Sponsored by James Edward Lee Sr.
Eating Badly with diabetes is a Suicide Mission.
I know, because Artur Anczarski, says so.
He is the Prophet, he is the Saint,
And nothing he says, is ever quaint
(it simply ain’t)
As for exercise and diet, ‘you don’t do either!’
(which is not – anymore – entirely true, but it WAS, once)
Explode my mind with FRAGILE DELICACY, why don’t you, brother?
(If he hadn’t, I never would have moved, he doesn’t sugarcoat the cake, he throws it out
And gives me meat, instead)
What is sweet in the mouth, is bitter in the belly (a big one).
Eating badly. Never worth it.
Some men,some women even children
In black,in white,in height,in weight
In fat and in thin,like sugar canes!
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