Take back my life song
Prove I'm alright soooooooong!'
The lyrics blasted loud and strong from my backyard, not from the radio, but rather the lungs of my 8 year old baby girl. She was flying high on the swing, her hair flying behind her, legs keeping time with the rhythm of the song.
"My powers turned on
Starting right now I'll be strong"
I moved to the window and silently watched her as she belted the words out for the whole neighbourhood to hear. Tears started to well up in my eyes.
"I'll play my fight song"
Diabetes has not been nice to her lately. We had a long fight with pneumonia, during which we battled super high numbers. She also got food poisoning a few days ago. Her dex graph is so ugly I can barely look at it.
And still she marches on. Worn, but not beaten. Tired of this life with type 1, but not ready to give up. That day she seemed to be telling diabetes where to go and how to get there.
"And I don't really care if anyone else believes
'Cause I still got a lot of fight left in me"*
I believe it baby girl. I'd be a fool not to.
*Lyrics from Fight Song, written by Rachel Platten