Sunday, April 29, 2012

The Blue Chair

Six Sentence Story. In this day of micro-blogging – brevity is a skill worth honing. Can you tell a story and make it short and sweet? What can you say in six sentences? Will you give your post a title, beginning, middle, and end – or do something different entirely? You’ve got 6 sentences: be creative, inventive, and direct; this may include being generous with punctuation. Good luck!

The young girl sat in the cold blue chair beside the door in the Doctor's Office, a tear silently rolling its way down her cheek, as her mother and the Doctor, heads bowed together, spoke as if she wasn't even there.  "If she looks after herself and follows the diet, gets plenty of exercise, tests regularly and takes her shots, she'll live to be at least 30, maybe longer if she's lucky."  They continue to talk as the young girl thinks to herself, "30, that's only 18 years from now, there isn't enough time to do everything I want to do, like finish school, get a job, get married, have kids, grow old."  She lifts her head, her eyes wide, scared, and says to the Doctor, "That's not long enough, isn't there a cure, won't I ever get better?"  The Doctor told the young girl that they were working on a cure, but it was a long way off, at least 5 years down the road, perhaps longer.  Well, she thought, 5 years wasn't so bad, she could do that, she could wait that long, but what she didn't know was that she would still be waiting 37 years later.


  1. Hi Kim, sorry I've been rubbish at leaving you comments recently. Have read every single one of your posts and have loved them all - have just been really struggling for time!

    Amazing 6 sentence story. Really made me realise just how much things have changed in the last 37 years. Now, we would never put a limit on how long someone has to live because of diabetes. I know there isn't a cure yet and you're still waiting (they said it would be within the next 5 years when I was diagnosed 15 years ago too!) but I'm so thankful that you're still here and that the doctors weren't right about the length of your life. Thank you for this post, Kim! x

  2. This is a great post, Kim. I can't imagine having to hear those words, no matter what your age is. Very well written, thanks!

  3. Terrific post, KD

    Shame on that doctor, BTW, given that was in 1975, if my maths is correct. My uncle was diagnosed with Type 1 in 1956, aged 34, and was relieved to discover that he could live a relatively normal life. He'd thought prior to diagnosis that he was dying. He passed away quite serenely, aged 84, during a routine visit to his podiatrist.

    And we're all still waiting for that elusive cure! I've stopped caring, now I'm pumping!

    Cheers again!