The Weed.

Happy IC Awareness Month!!! 

Every day in September I will be writing something to spread awareness of this horrible disease that is impacting more and more people every day! I know of a 7 year old little girl who was just diagnosed and I know 60 year old man who was as well and lots of women in between! This disease is not prejudice, it affects anyone it please! 

Yesterday the challenge was to name our bladder and thanks to my clever husband we came up with El Vejiga Diablo (the devil bladder in spanish). 

The assignment for today was to write a poem about how IC has POSITIVELY impacted my life... Poetry always makes me feel very vulnerable and I don't share much but here it is for all to see! 

The Weed.

The weeds in a garden 

Must seem like its enemy 

Constantly encroaching 

And hindering growth 

Keeping tulips and tomatoes

From flourishing

With ease and fertility

But how fresh and abundant

Would that garden be

That flourished in spite

Of weeds and hardship

As a young lady growing 

Into the woman

I have become

IC was my weed

No gardener could hold this 

Particular weed at bay 

So it reared its heads

Yielding its thistly leaves 

I thought it was

Holding me back 

From growth

From life

From positivity 

Until one day I realized 

I may have not bloomed 

As a healthy girl may

As a carefully weeded garden might 

But my roots were deep 

My stem was strong 

I persevered

I grew. 

I blossomed

With prickly weeds entangled 

I became more than a meer flower

I became a sturdy, enduring woman

The IC made me stronger

Just like weeds makes

Any resilient flower

Now as a woman,

A veteran of the battles:

Good vs evil. 

Weed vs flower.

IC vs life. 

I know I am who I am

Because of my daily battle

With this encroaching and hindering

Weed of a disease.

I will continue to flourish amongst my IC

Using it to strengthen me

The flower will do the same with the weeds.

We will both produce abundantly