Did I not rise above Your challenge three years ago,
My introduction to disability on crutches through dancing in the street?
Did I not face the Unknown with a smile, even if in pain,
At a suspected heart attack that was simply an attack of acid wind?
Did I not, through my own determination, address my diet
To control Diabetes diagnosis without medication?
And whilst on the subject of my health…………
Did I not find a dark humour in numerous nosebleeds
Due to high blood pressure that frightened me almost to death?
Did I not limp my way to fitness on sticks after
Tearing the meniscus in my knee just by stepping off the pavement?
And did I not take up the challenge offered for weight loss
And win? A challenge I am still meeting head on by the way.
Even Humphrey would not defeat my positivity,
He has been cast out and discarded,
Though his ‘review’ is still to be discussed.
Nay, I would not, will not, let that get the better of me.
But today? Oh yes, today.
When it was important to be as fit as possible for Hubby,
He who has had his fair share of pain and worries,
When it was my turn to be there for him
Did Your warped mind decide to try and strike me down,
Crippling me in pain, striking me immobile
With BLOODY CALF MUSCLE CRAMP!
I beat you.
I beat you by not giving in.
With the aid of a stick, I beat you again by pushing,
Pressing on and walking through it.
Today, in tears of frustration and pain,
I raised my eyes and shook my fist at the sky,
Demanding to know what I had done.
But you haven’t won.
My Sense of Humour may have taken a well earned break,
But will be back with his Mates to take you on again.