“You no longer have health insurance”

Life if changing, and it’s all for the good!

I recently got a new job, more money and some benefits! That was the biggest thing I was looking for when doing my job search — simply because I am turning 26 very soon, and the possibility of me being dropped from my parent’s policy is high.26th Birthday -- You No Longer Have Health Insurance | www.iamatype1diabetic.com

And what would a type 1 diabetic do without health insurance? Not take proper care of oneself.

My goal is to avoid that. The issue I am currently faced with is that my birthday is June 11th, and my insurance policy at work won’t kick in until July 1st. I know, its only two weeks and it  could be worse, but I am NOT looking forward to my birthday this year. What a birthday present huh? “You no longer have health insurance.”

As for right now, I am calling up all my diabetes reps (OmniPod, Dexcom, Neighborhood Diabetes, Pharmacy) to see if I can get some extra refills early to hold me over. I have 2 boxes of OmniPods left, so I should be ok. With Dexcom, I am already out of sensors, so I need to call and refill anyway… and instead of buying my typical “one month” supply, I’ll hand over the extra cash for the 3 month supply. Neighborhood Diabetes is a mail order where I get my test strips from. Hopefully they will allow me to refill early.. but we’ll see. Maybe I just need to cut back on testing 8 times per day until I get everything figured out. I get my insulin at a pharmacy, which I have plenty of. The last time I met with my endocrinologist, I mentioned my health insurance issues, and he helped me out by giving me 2 vials of novolog insulin. :)

At least something is positive. I’ve gotta keep my head up and look out for all the good things coming in the near future. My new health insurance will kick in, and there’s only 2 months left til our wedding. I’m scared and excited for all of it. Cheers to age 26!

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Check Your Diabetes Privilege…

Check Your Diabetes Privilege….


The meme “Check Your Privilege” has been making the rounds on the Internet, but the phrase has been around quite a few years. (You might have even taken the latest Buzzfeed quiz to see just how “privileged” you are, so for those who have, you know what I’m talking about.)

Using the “Check Your Privilege” concept, privilege is sometimes given to you at birth by virtue of your race (Caucasian) or gender (male). It can be conferred upon you by socioeconomic status as you grow up (upper Middle class). It can be provided to you by simply being in the right place at the right time (American citizen by birth).

Privilege is not evil. It’s not something that should be looked upon with derision. It’s an acknowledgment that others might not have had it as easy as you, and that there is no reason to look down or blow people off because they aren’t as privileged – or make light of the struggle of others.

Or claim to know “how it feels”, because you can’t. I am a Caucasian female, born in the U.S., with a graduate degree. I will never purport to identify with the life story of an Indian female, born in the U.K., with a graduate degree. We may both be women with some intelligence, but our cultures and citizenship will create different stories and how the world views us.

There are hierarchies of privilege; ways to categorize people: a Caucasian, Christian, upper-class, U.S. born heterosexual male is more privileged than a woman having the same characteristics. A bi-racial, non-Christian, lower class, homosexual male would not be considered as privileged.

It can become uncomfortable because the more privileged you are, the “easier” your life can be (and note I say can). Society is usually kinder and more, shall we say, accommodating, to those who are more privileged than those who haven’t had the same advantages. Privilege is about being on par with the rest of society, being viewed as normal. And where it puts you in the world.

The concept of “checking your privilege” is often used when discussing race or gender issues. (This is a fabulous article about privilege, if you’re so inclined to learn more.) Checking privilege can make those who are “more privileged” feel uncomfortable and defensive. It brings to the surface that there are others who are less privileged.

And here’s the thing: we are all privileged in some way… down to the fact that if you can read this, you are privileged enough to have access to the Internet…and you can read.

I’ve been thinking a lot about “diabetes privilege” these days, because of a particular blog post written by Elizabeth Snouffer. She was responding to the New York Times article about the cost of diabetes (and the response to it) by pointing accusatorially at those who have diabetes privilege and advocates for those who do not have the same diabetes privilege.

I am diabetes privileged.

  • I am Type 1 (which somehow, according to a few individuals, makes me “better” than Type 2 – I’m not bothering to link any of these individuals, because I find that concept sickening).
  • I am Caucasian from European descent, which puts me at less of a risk for certain complications that the African-American, Latino, and American Indian communities.
  • I came from a family that ensured I had access to healthy meals (even when I didn’t eat them), quality healthcare, and all of the medications and durable medical equipment that I needed.
  • I live in a first-world country, can keep my insulin and blood glucose testing equipment cool, and have insurance that while expensive, permits me to use the latest technology. John and I have made financial and career choices based on the health insurance we have, but for the last several years, I have been able to afford my care.
  • I am intelligent enough to seek out resources and ask for help when I need it for my diabetes.

Because I “checked my diabetes privilege”, I am acutely aware of the inequities within the United States (and the rest of the world) and how privileged I am.

I don’t walk miles to a clinic to see if I’ll get the same bottle of insulin as last month to bury in a clay pot to keep it cool. I don’t listen to people who tell me that I just have “a touch of the sugars” and to eat a second helping of potatoes. I don’t fight a cultural bend towards high carbohydrate meals or a lack of support within my own cultural community. I don’t wait for months to see a doctor who doesn’t ask the important questions and won’t take the time to teach me about this disease. I am not mocked for having the “wrong” type of diabetes, falsely accused of bringing this on myself.

I’m not gloating about my diabetes privilege. Much like discussions about race and gender and sexual orientation, diabetes privilege can be uncomfortable. If you checked your own diabetes privilege, how comfortable are you feeling right now?

What I do with my diabetes privilege is not uncomfortable: I advocate for myself and others.

I talk about my disease, share my experiences with anyone who will listen, raise my voice for better accuracy of blood glucose test stripssupport programs that help those in underdeveloped countries, and work with other advocates to build a supportive, vibrant community.

If you don’t do any of these things, that is perfectly acceptable. That’s your privilege. I don’t judge you and neither should anyone else for how you live with diabetes.

We are all diabetes privileged.

Insulin didn’t exist in an injectable form one hundred years ago. A death sentence waited after horrible, painful suffering. There are still those who die from lack of diagnosis in the world and that is painful to even think about. But this is a half-glass full (or a half-vial full) situation – for those who are diagnosed, there is a treatment. (Yes, there is no cure. I said we are all diabetesprivileged, not simply privileged.)

There has never been a better time to have diabetes. Strange to think that, but it’s true. The research and pharmaceutical options are exciting to explore. Resources are being developed and programs being designed to help us live longer, with less complications, and there are many working on access to all of these.

You may rail loudly about the high cost of drugs and technology. You may complain about the lack of access and resources.You may complain about the insurance companies and the government.

Those companies that supply us with our drugs and technology? None of them are charities. They provide goods and services to a (unfortunately) captive population. Research and development costs money. Clinical trials to ensure efficacy cost money. I abhor the fact that keeping me alive takes money out of my family’s pockets and I’m sure that you do, too. I don’t have a solution or an answer.

In the meantime, you can choose to complain without doing anything: complain about the high cost of insulin or test strips, complain about how your meter isn’t accurate, how you can’t get a pump and your doctor is stupid (Oh, yes, I have read these complaints this weekend… all of them.) – or… you can take a moment to learn how you can help yourself and others.

How can I become MORE diabetes privileged?

You can make a choice – do nothing or do something: it’s your diabetes privilege.