lobstmourne:

It’s hard to describe what being insulin-dependent (physically and financially) is like to others, especially around the holidays.  

In my case I was diagnosed later in life so I know exactly what I’m missing out on.  I know which of my favorite foods I can’t have anymore, or can only have very little of.  When my family sets out a whole table of homemade goodies to share, all I can really do is appreciate how pretty the frosting looks and the smell of the cinnamon.

But thanks to public health insurance we can afford my insulin now, and for the first time in many years I have enough to not only get through the holidays without fear of running out, but enough to actually ENJOY all the dishes my family makes. 

I can have my own slice of pumpkin pie instead of just a bite or two from my mom’s.  

I can eat more than a teeny tiny helping of my aunt’s homemade mashed potatoes.

I can actually have my cousin’s yorkshire pudding.

I can stop eating when I’m full instead of stopping when I’m worried.

If I don’t get a single present for christmas I’ll still be happy because being able to really EAT, to enjoy this holiday as if I was normal again, is one of the biggest gifts I could ever get.  

So yeah, thanks Obama.