Thought for the Day

Tuesday, May 5, 2020

Glass

It's crowded behind the starting line
but the people around her take some of the chill off the morning air
She stands in shorts and a jog bra,
gloves and arm warmers,
a band around her head keeping her ears warm
minutes before the start

She goes into her routine
Kneels and checks the snugness of her shoes
Makes sure the laces are securely tied

At this point she always notices how
from knee high
The runners at a marathon are like a forest of legs
So many sinewy legs
So many miles
So many stories

She checks the fit of her shorts, her top
Then pulls the insulin pump from her waistband
She sees her blood sugar number on its touch screen
And a graph indicating whether it is rising or falling

She smiles at the technology helping her today
It hasn't always been this way

Her first syringe was made of glass.
She didn't like shots, but adjusted fast
A pediatric nurse told her Mom to be proud
then, very serious, but not very loud
"She's a brave little girl, but she may not last"

Fifty-five years on
she’s about to run
yet another marathon

comfortable in the crowd at the starting line
 
 

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