About two weeks ago, a news story came across my phone that immediately got my attention. I quickly wrote up a Facebook post while I was between tasks at work to express how it made me feel. Although I’m a little late on posting it to the blog, I figured I should use this platform I have to share it again. Please take a minute to read it – the news story is linked below.
The ignorance surrounding this disease – and all chronic illnesses – never ceases to amaze me. I am one of the lucky ones in that my parents have the ability to pay for my medical supplies. It greatly impacts their wallets, yes, but thankfully I have never had to go without supplies for that reason.
I’d like to reiterate that a type one diabetic will die without insulin and the other supplies required. And it can only take a matter of days.
As it is, I fear the day I turn 26 (which is coming up much sooner than I’d like) because it means I will have to go on my own insurance and fight for benefits. You would think that a medication you will need every day for the rest of your life in order to stay alive wouldn’t require jumping through hoops to obtain, but that isn’t the case.
I worry that I won’t be able to afford things like rent and a social life because of how much money I will be spending to keep myself alive. But at the end of the day, I have the luxury of knowing that my parents will never let my health suffer because of money. Unfortunately, many, many families don’t have that luxury.
Having this disease or any life-threatening illness is hard enough without having to factor in the financial burden, let alone be shamed for needing help with that burden.
This man needs a lesson in humanity. And if it were up to me, he’d have a lot of damn classmates.