Just found this poem - struck a chord with me....
She walks down the hallway in silence so deep,
Keeping watch over her, as her little one sleeps.
With meter in hand, she opens her door,
Making sure not to wake her as she crosses the floor.
She sits on her bedside and brushes her hair,
As she dreams of fairies, without a 'D' care.
She holds her hand softly; her fingers so small,
As she watches and wonders why 'D' came to call.
While she watches her sleeping, so peaceful and warm,
The forces inside her fight a constant 'D' storm.
Will she ever be free of shots and blood testing?
She sits and she wonders as she watches her 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 **** meter; I want to throw it away.
The number is fine, one down, a lifetime to go,
As she turns in her sleep, will she ever know?
Why does this 'D' happen to someone so small?
My daughter's my hero, but my baby most of all.
She turns at her 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 her I will fight,
We'll battle this 'D' with all of our might.
I'll teach her to master and conquer this foe,
This 'D' will not stop her, I promised her so.