“More Than Sugar: A Life Measured by Numbers, Not Defined by a Diagnosis”

When people hear the word “diabetes,” most imagine sugar, needles, and maybe a relative who had to watch what they ate. But living with insulin-dependent type 2 diabetes is something much deeper than dietary restrictions or injections, it's a daily, private balancing act. It's science and intuition, discipline and forgiveness, vigilance and fatigue. It is … Continue reading “More Than Sugar: A Life Measured by Numbers, Not Defined by a Diagnosis”

Living with Fog: A Journey Through the Mist

In the haze of thoughts, where whispers fade,A fog descends, a silent cascade.Mist veils the path I once knew so well,Lost in a labyrinth where memories dwell.Each day a dance with the elusive mist,Words and worlds entwined, sometimes dismissed.In the quiet corners where clarity wanes,Echoes of dreams, like distant refrains.Yet in this labyrinth, amid shadows … Continue reading Living with Fog: A Journey Through the Mist

Under the Knife

In sterile halls where whispers tread, A journey starts, a path ahead, With heartbeats quick and shadows cast, A moment waits, the die is cast. The gown of white, a second skin, With trembling hands, I breathe within, Anxious thoughts like fireflies dance, In twilight’s grip, I take my chance. The surgeon’s hands, both firm … Continue reading Under the Knife

Their Footsteps Echo.

In the attic's quiet, dusty air,Lies a chest of tales, a lineage fair.Bound in yellowed parchment, memories entwined,A chronicle of kin, an ancestry defined. Each heirloom holds a whispered trace,Of ancestors' valor, their enduring grace.In fading photographs, faces stare,A legacy preserved, beyond compare. From humble beginnings to triumph's cheer,Their footsteps echo, crystal clear.Through epochs danced, … Continue reading Their Footsteps Echo.

We will be

Christmas day is nearly here, the tree shimmers in the background, nearly as bright as the excitement on our children's faces. As Snow falls outside my window, the world transforms into a magical place, where dreams just may come true. Even though Christmas joy fills our hearts, a sad tear trickles down my cheek for … Continue reading We will be