My Sister's Keeper

An intriguing and potentially tragic situation was brought to my attention this even, which I feel compelled to bring to the attention of those who might read this.

There is a woman, Connie, who lives in the United States. For those who don't know, the US is a big country, very wealthy, powerful, and a "promised land" for many from less fortunate countries. Connie has a disease which is killing her. There is no mistake or misdiagnosis. This disease WILL kill her. She is close to my age and has been battling this disease for longer than I have owned a computer. Her years are numbered and this disease will take her life before she has even lived long enough to figure out what she wants to be when she grows up, a stage so many of us never reach.

The twist is that her disease is treatable and, perhaps someday, curable. With treatment, her disease can be controlled to the point she is able to function just like someone without the disease, for all intents and purposes.

Great!! She lives in the United States, one of the richest, most powerful nations the planet has ever witnessed. Getting one such as her the help she needs should be no problem, right?

Right?

Yeah, here's the thing. Her health insurance company is buying "the razor" but not "the blades". This translates to an Oxymoronic Carrot to her. She has Type 1 diabetes, which has gotten bad. Very bad. In order to live, she requires an insulin pump which can monitor her blood glucose levels at very tight intervals, in order to forestall the damage the disease wracks on her body. Her insurance company will, apparently, buy that pump for her, doing the job she has paid it to do all this time. The catch is they will not pay for the continuous monitoring portion of said pump; the brains which dictate when the vital insulin is released.

The insurance company's reason for this?

Irrelevant. Insurance companies always have good, sound, financial reasons for not paying for things. They simply could have been honest and agreed to pay for all or none of the system desperately needed by Connie.

Thus, it falls to Connie's country and citizens to help her. I don't need to lecture nor plead a case here. The situation is obvious. She gets help, or she dies.

We have 300 million citizens. If everyone donated a quarter, Connie would be cared for the rest of her natural life, damn the disease. Click below and take it a step further to account for all those quarter-hoarding bastards. Do your part to save this woman's life.



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