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
