Thursday, September 18, 2008

Becca's Hope

I have wanted to do this for a long time and I have finally put something into motion. As many of you know, our daughter Becca is a type 1 diabetic. I have gone throught he ups and downs of being the mother of a diabetic and have always wanted to do something to help. Now is my time.

We have added a link to our website with the Juvenille Diabetes Research Foundation, to our blog. Please take a minute to go to this site and see what you can do to help in the fight against Diabetes. Just click on her picture above in the upper left corner of the blog site and you will be taken to our website.

For those of you who are not familiar with type 1 diabetes, go to our site and learn a little :) This disease never goes away, never takes a vacation and is unpredictable. Brave children and teenagers as well as adults and the families of these people live with this disease every day... 24/7.

A Mom's Promise...

She walks down the hallway in silence so deep,
Keeping watch over him, as her little one sleeps.
With meter in hand, she opens his door,
Making sure not to wake him as she crosses the floor.

She sits on his bedside and brushes his hair,
As he dreams of shooting baskets, without a 'D' care.
She holds his hand softly; his fingers so small,
As she watches and wonders why 'D' came to call.

While she watches him sleeping, so peaceful and warm,
The forces inside him fight a constant 'D' storm.
Will he ever be free of shots and blood testing?
She sits and she wonders as she watches him resting.

The beep of the meter breaks the silence of the night,
A small drop of blood tells if everything's right.
The seconds count down to the final display,
I hate this damn meter; I want to throw it away.

The number is fine, one down, a lifetime to go,
As he turns in his sleep, will he ever know?
Why does this ‘D’ happen to someone so small?
My son is my hero, but my baby most of all.

She turns at his doorway, looking back one more time,
It's a nightly routine of the very worst kind.
She walks down the hallway and time passes by,
As she sits in dark silence and quietly cries.

I have to stay strong, and for him I will fight,
We’ll battle this ‘D’ with all of our might.
I’ll teach him to master and conquer this foe,
This 'D' will not stop him, I promised him so.


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