DIABETESTalkfest is an online community built by people with diabetes for people with diabetes. DIABETESTalkfest is owned and operated by volunteers who recognize a need for support and friendship in what we call "The Forgotten Generation" of young adults with diabetes.
Our mission is to bring together all of those living with diabetes coast 2 coast, and around the world.
We help to create friendships and support through the use of blogs, forums, and chat rooms.
Jon and Gina, met on a diabetes message board in February of 2001 but never in person. They communicate mainly through the use of Aol Instant Messanger and through their online message board. In the past years, they have formed a lasting friendship and business partnership.
Gina, a Type 1 pumper, proudly represents New York, and her partner Jon who has a 16 yr old son with type 1 diabetes, represents California. Together they unite people living with diabetes with their online diabetes support group DIABETEStalkfest. It is their dream to unite as many people with diabetes as possible to share information and experience in dealing with this difficult condition.
Gina also has her own personal blog called The DIABETEStalkfest Blog and both Gina and Jon now have blogs on the social networking page.
Join the fun, informative crowd of DIABETEStalkfest! Everybody’s doing it ;)
This poem was written as a joint effort by some DIABETEStalkfest members
I have a funny organ, it doesn't really work
OOps i dropped my cork
Now where will I put my pump?
Perhaps inside my humps, inside my humps
Yes, I have a funny organ, it gives me lots of grief
When I'm high, I lose my mind...I think I'll have some beef
Beef, I say, please bring it here
I'll stuff my face, then have a Beer
But that stupid organ, it is broke
I tried to prod it, i tried to poke
But my pancreas, well, it really died
Drop it in hot grease, and serve it fried
The cannibals will seve it with pasta
And devour it among the tall grasses and hosta
Served with a side of insulin and symlin
A fortified feast they will be reveling in
But, oh my pancreas, why are you dead?
Why are you dead, god my head
It hurts, it hurts it hurts it hurts, Check your blood
I think my blood is made of mud.
Mud?! No way! Acid mayhaps
My ketoacidosis is having a relapse
Pain, nausea, I think I'm going to puke
But assistamce from doctors I shall only rebuke!
That's right, I shall discount you, Doc
I'll ignore your carb counting and forgo my shots
I can do all this in my home
With my friends from DTF, I shant be alone!
So I pack up my suitcase with needles and meds
And I start for the elevator, straight out of that bed
The Doc, he cries, no "You're staying right here!"
But I need to get home to my beef and my Beer
In front of the hospital, I flag down a taxi!
We stop just for tampons, one packet, size maxi!!!
When I get back to the street, the taxi's not there
So I'm standing there with my products, no beef and no Beer.
I'm pissed off now and my sugar's rising quick
Then I realize that cabbie's made off with my strips
And my insulin - and Oh no! all my meds
Were in the back of his cab when off he sped
What will I do? I'm sure I'd test high
I sit down on the sidewalk and let out a sigh
As I sit there trying to figure out what I should do
I see my friend walking by and yell, "Yoo Hoo!"
Are you OK, Joe? Asks my good pal who's passing
I have to admit I'm not looking so dashing
I don't have the proper supplies, I say through my tears
And without them, I fall victim to my deepest of fears
Don't worry old buddy, Joe proclaims with a smile
You know, for you I would walk many a mile
And it just so happens that I have in my pack
Buttered pancakes in a tremendous stack.
I realize quickly, this guy's no friend at all
He's been sent by the doctors to hasten my fall
So I start running from the pancakes and butter
I run until I'm shaking and my hearts all aflutter
I run til I'm sure that my bloodsugar's low
Then I wonder how I got here and where did I go
Why did I race off without my supplies?
Can I even trust what's in front of my eyes?
Is this realy happening...am I even awake?
If was would I be seeing that giant green snake?
It's slithering and watching me as I break a cold sweat
Wake up! Wake up! I tell myself - wake up and test!!!
Then I wake in my bed, and the sweating has gone
"Gee whiz" I'm thinking, "that didn't last long"
It's time for some breakfast, and coffee with cream....
I don't have diabetes, it was all just a dream!!
Who I'd like to meet: Other people with diabetes to share experiences and stories with.
Thank you for supporting the fight against diabetes...it's people like you who will help make a difference and finally find a cure! Keep spreading the word!!
