Poem: To Love a Diabetic

To love a diabetic is to be a doctor. It means helping her to remember her medications. It means driving her for an hour to the only 24 hour pharmacy when she’s gotten the flu and can’t take the Nyquil in the refrigerator. Or driving her to the hospital when the simple flu turns into bronchitis and her blood turns acidic.

To love a diabetic is to be patient. It means knowing that some days she won’t feel good for no visible reason. It means canceling long term plans when suddenly she doesn’t feel well enough to go on a trip. Or waiting to go to bed while she injects her bedtime insulin.

To love a diabetic is to be a priest. It means consoling her when she’s tired and feels like she can’t do it anymore. It means listening and not passing judgment while she tries to figure out her new dosages and makes mistakes. Or, during those tough times, listening to her burial wishes- just in case.

To love a diabetic is to be a guardian. It means standing up for her when strangers accuse her of being a drug addict. It means discreetly asking her friends to keep an eye on her when she’s testing new medications and doesn’t know the reactions to her body yet. Or staying up with her through the night because she’s too afraid to fall asleep where a coma can find her.

To love a diabetic is to not be superficial. It means seeing her bruises as beauty marks. It means caressing the scars across her stomach. Or kissing her dry lips when she is hooked to IVs.

To love a diabetic is to be understanding. It means knowing that she doesn’t mean to get hot tempered when her blood sugars are too high. It means listening to her when she asks to start a family soon. Or donating time and DNA to sciences you don’t fully understand just because she asks you to and because it promises to cure her.

To love a diabetic is to be smart. It means researching new medications even though she never asks you to. It means listening to her explain her new findings in terms that aren’t typical language. Or making her smile when she desperately wants to scream.

To love a diabetic is to be selfless. It means going to a restaurant based off the carbohydrates menu instead of the atmosphere. It means going without dinner when money is tight because you can buy her medication with it instead. Or testing your blood sugar on her new meter to make sure it’s working properly even though you’re terrified of needles.

To love a diabetic is to be brave. It means keeping your chin up while she talks about those scary moments. It means not allowing her medical mistakes to colour your relationship with her emotionally. Or keeping positive spirits even though all of the websites and gatherings tell you she won’t statistically make it past her 40s.

To love a diabetic is not easy. It means putting her medical needs before any other finances. It means worrying every moment that she is properly cared for even when you can’t see her. And it means trusting her life in the hands of so many doctors who don’t understand the full complexities of the disease.

Thank you for loving a diabetic.

by: Katherine Marple


Copyright 2010 Katherine Marple

Please feel free to post elsewhere, but please remember to give me author credit. I am a published author and am trying to make a living off of it some day. :)

I am sharing this because it means something to me. I hope it means something to you all as well!

Good health. Long life. Much Love.


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Wonderful! It takes somebody to be unconditionally, madly in love with you to “Love a Diabetic”. Not easy to do, but thank goodness they are out there!

I agree. I call my fiance a masochist sometimes. I don’t understand why he treats me so well, but I’m extremely grateful for it!

I’m going to print this out for my wife. My D is not what my wife signed up for those years ago and I know it is not easy.

This is a keeper, Thanks Marps. Giving it to my girlfriend. She gets overwhelmed with it at times…

Marps, absolutely beautiful.
Same for my hubby bsc. He’s definately been there for through some Sh*t. Even when I didn’t deserve him. I teared up reading this (Might be the low I had this morning but still;~)…) I’m also going to make a copy for my neighbor who under appreciates what her fiance goes through for her. If that’s ok with you Marps.
Thank you for sharing this with us.

omg, absolutely! I published this here so that you guys CAN use it! It’s going to be published in my next poetry book, but I couldn’t wait any longer to share it because when I gave it to my fiance, he was emotional. So, I figured, if it can move him, then it can probably move the milllions of spouses out there too. Because they are just as diabetic as we are!

Congratulations Marps, It’s going to be a big success.

BSC & Pauly-
Thank you. That is exactly what I was hoping for.

Be well. :slight_smile:


Love it! Beautiful. Excited to share your words with my husband, who’s more than I deserve.

Thanks Gerri!

OMG thank you!! I have to print this out and send it to my husband! I also posted it on my blog. Words have never been so truer.

He loves you sweetheart that is why. xo

Brandi. Thank you for the exposure and for spreading the word! I am having some greeting cards created with this poem and some beautiful artwork. I just ordered a proof copy of a poster with this poem and set too! If it came out as expected, I’m going to make both available for sale and all proceeds go to benefit JDRF.org under team Fighting tHe Unseen. I’m so happy that this poem is being received so well! I wasn’t expecting that!

Love it! :0) I will be sharing this as well. Great job! Thanks for posting!

Beautiful, Marps…As a mama of a type 1 four year old girl, this choked me up. We absolutely go to restaurants based on healthy carb choices & clear nutrition labels! I wish you all the best~

Very sweet and touching. Nice job. Someone loves you :slight_smile:

You also make a point that I have tried to impress upon my children, that I wish someone had taught me when I was growing and learning, and before I screwed up my life with poor choices.

Love is a verb. It requires action, or it dies.


Jessica - Thank you. They told me ten years before they had a cure when I was diagnosed. It’s been 11, so hopefully it’s RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER. You are so brave. I just have to do all this stuff for myself- I can’t imagine doing it for someone else. I wish you well.

John, that is so true! My uncle told me that to have a marriage is work, but it should never feel like a second shift job. haha. So somewhere between “no effort and 40 hours a work week”.

Judith, please copy it anywhere. It took me a while to figure out how to put into words the way that I am grateful for my support network. Thank you!