Until There’s a Cure: There’s Us


Until_there's_a_cure_--_2016-04-16_1301

Until There’s a Cure: There’s Us

A Poem of Hope

We all hope for a cure. Meanwhile…

“When glass cracks it seems almost instantaneous thanks to the speed
at which glass shatters–cracks form in glass at a staggering 3200
meters per second.”
                                                                  –from How-To Geek Newsletter

Me: I guess you would say that that is brittle.  Some people are like that.

Care givers, for example, especially when they get tired. And most of them do. Those who are on their own certainly do.

So when there is yet another promise of a cure, they can but sigh sadly because they know that this help is not coming in time for their loved one.

That is where people like Teepa Snow come in. Teepa, a physiotherapist and dementia-care education specialist, has developed practical and proven methods for dealing with brain-changing disease such as Alzheimer’s. She has also has developed a series of videos illustrating these “contending” exercises for the care giver.

Teepa says “Until there is a cure, there is care!”

This has prompted me to write “Until there is a cure: there is us.”

You can find Teepa Snow at http://teepasnow.com/

Until There’s a Cure

Until there is a cure, there’s us.
We have to deal with all the fuss
The deck of life has dealt for us.
We take the hand that we are dealt,
With all the things that we have felt,
We soldier on and hunt the ace,
Discard the cards that do not face.
The scientists will do research
They’ll test the rats that weave and lurch
Until they get it right.

But till they do, it’s me and you
To cope and learn and play the game,
Although the deck is stacked against.
We must ask, who’s the boss of us?
The master of the game, or us?

And as the carer stated it,
Till there’s a cure, there is care;
The carer cares and does her share,
But ’til there is a cure, there’s us.

So we will be the caring one,
We’ll play our cards and learn to hold
And when to play the trump.

We do our best and we don’t fuss,
But till there is a cure, there’s us.

Until_There_is_a_Cure_--_2016-04-17_2044
CREDITS: Mad Scientist from MrDream at http://www.deviantart.com/art/Scientist-54570807
Playing Cards from DeviantArt by Fluffgar, out of ClipArt

 

About admin

Judge at 6th Rabindrinath Tagore Awards - International - English Poetry Contest Author of Ann, A Tribute, and Chasing a Butterfly, A story of love and loss to Acceptance with the poetry of Alzheimer's and poetry for everybody. Appears in anthologies in Canada, US, India, Mexico and Bolivia. Poetry in Ekphrastic Review and NWriteers International Networeworld Review. Member of Federation of BC Wrters, Royal City Literary Society, and Holy Wow Poets Canada. Member Writers International Network: Distinguished Poet, Distinguished writer.
This entry was posted in Alzheimer's, Care Giving, Cure, Dementia, Memories, Poetry and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply