When I was first diagnosed with diabetes, I didn’t have Medicaid. I knew I needed the hospital, but my biggest fear wasn’t the illness — it was the bill. After only a few days of treatment, I was staring at $74,000 in charges, with no safety net to fall back on. The stress was overwhelming.
Then came prescriptions. I was promised insulin for $30 with coupons, but at the pharmacy, they didn’t work. My only option was to pay over $200 out of pocket — money I couldn’t afford to spare. That added financial anxiety on top of a health crisis.
I applied for Medicaid, but was denied the first time. I had to reapply and wait, still struggling to afford care. Recently, I finally got my card. While I’m still waiting for full coverage, knowing relief is coming brings a measure of hope. Once it’s active, I won’t be forced to choose between medicine and rent, between staying alive and simply living.
This ordeal showed me how fragile life is without access to health care. It’s not just about medication — it’s about survival. No American should have to weigh their health against bankruptcy, yet far too many do.
The so-called “Big Beautiful Bill” is in reality an ugly burden on working-class families. We must hold elected officials accountable for protecting programs like Medicaid. Caring for our most vulnerable shouldn’t require a fight. Health care should not be a privilege — it’s a lifeline, and everyone deserves the security to not only survive but to thrive.
Patrick Everett
Braddock