The Storms of Life Keep on Raging

Just as I began to
smile again,
say “I am diabetic” with a matter-of-fact tone,
establish a routine,
learn how to count carbs,

Just as I began to
feel more like my old self,
dance again,
listen to music and daydream

Just as I began NOT to
fear dying in my sleep from a diabetic attack,
cry more in a week than I laugh,
let this diagnosis take my spirit,

Just as all these changes were being made
I lose my home.

The tornadoes that swept through and swept away large chucks of the country from Oklahoma, Ohio, North Carolina, Alabama, to Mississippi were horrific.

It had only been two months.
2 months.
Exactly one day LESS than two months (if I get technical).

February 15th (Entered ER, diagnosed with diabetes, reside in the hospital for six days)
April 16th (Leave for work around 8:00am and return home at 4:30 to the shocking discovery that my home is barely there)


I crumbled from the inside out when I saw my apartment complex. I felt just like those buildings- ravished, torn, broken, and barely able to stand.

My mother and grandmother flew into town the next morning and the two of them are nursing my spirit because my personal resilience reservoir was used up to bounce back from the diagnosis.

I’ve been emotionally shipwrecked. I am bent, battered, and bruised, but not broken.

In the past three weeks, I’ve lost my home, been living in a hotel, gone to a church’s food bank for help (and treated rudely), had the red cross shut it’s door in my face, stood in the FEMA line for assistance with others who were affected too, had my clothes washed by TIDES LOADS OF HOPE (what a blessing that was), had to grab whatever items I could out of my home, keep working, and remember that I’m diabetic and must maintain a routine or risk going back into the hospital.

This is the kind of pain that a medical physician’s remedy can’t cure.  There are no herbs or pills that can make me smile from my soul, dance from my core, and restore my joy.

And yet, He still keeps me.  I missed the tornado by five minutes all because I stopped by the pharmacy to fill my diabetic prescriptions.  Had I not stopped, I would have been home and physically injured or dead. God keeps on keeping me and I am praying that I fulfill His purpose for my life.

By | 2018-04-14T01:46:50+00:00 May 16th, 2011|Type 2 Diabetes and Faith|


  1. Jaimie May 20, 2011 at 7:34 pm - Reply

    this is my link

    Please add me so I can help you plug into the DOC (diabetes online community) =) We float between blogs/facebook/twitter/tudiabetes and more…I'm a type 1 of 14yrs…

  2. Dr.P May 20, 2011 at 7:07 pm - Reply

    @Sarah, Thanks very much. I did lose many supplies, but I've been able to replace them. The biggest worry was the Byetta at $200.00 per pen.

    @Jaimie, No, I am not on Twitter. I am on facebook though.

    @Marie, Thanks for sharing your story.

  3. Marie May 20, 2011 at 5:42 pm - Reply

    Bless you and may your faith just get stronger and stronger ! I have had some similar things occur only in different ways… medical issues that need to be changed in America along with financial struggles that led to an unjust house foreclosure, no legal assistance, little family support at all and incredible loneliness… tho many individuals assisted on this spiritual journey and I am so grateful. May every day bring you back closer to spirit with music and the dancing !!

  4. Jaimie May 20, 2011 at 3:41 pm - Reply

    are you on twitter Dr.P?

  5. Sarah May 20, 2011 at 3:12 pm - Reply

    Sending prayers and hugs to you. Let me know if you need help with supplies. The DOC has been so gratious in sending supplies to those affected by the tornadoes.

  6. Jaimie May 20, 2011 at 2:58 pm - Reply

    Amen! … sending prayers, hugs and love your way … powerful post and you've touched my heart!

  7. Sweetz May 20, 2011 at 12:00 pm - Reply

    What a great read.


  8. Dr.P May 19, 2011 at 8:03 pm - Reply

    Thank you Kelly and I appreciate your prayers.

  9. Kelly Rawlings May 19, 2011 at 1:44 pm - Reply

    Dr. P: Thank you for sharing about your diabetes and the loss of your home. I can tell your faith, spirit, and determination to make a difference in the lives of others may have been wind-tossed, may be battered, but are firm, strong, and deep-rooted. Sending thoughts, hope, and prayers to you!

  10. Anonymous May 19, 2011 at 10:50 am - Reply

    I absolutely love this…. There is no TESTimony without a TEST!!!

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