And I’m lucky. I have support and insurance and a voice and money to buy the medication and treatment that isn’t provided to me. What about those who don’t have those things? We fail them. We fail ourselves. They are our children and our coworkers and our parents and the homeless person on the street and the boy who will marry your child and the girl who will save your life. They are the insurance clerks I speak with who tell me they deal with the same problems. They are us.
