Sometimes from birth.
Something inside that just doesn’t work
Or that gives up the ghost without much warning
Much later when you’re not looking.
It can be like that, ‘Type 2’: sneaky –
Creeping around camouflaged under cover
Of pregnancy recovery,
Everyday tiredness
Or typical, middle-aged weight-gain discovery;
Only poking its head above the medical parapet
At the hypodermic point of a routine blood test:
Results within bounds of the ‘normal’ distribution
One would expect within the population…
All bar one or two,
Off the scale,
Under the heading of: ‘Sugar’.
Diabetes.
Bugger.
