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To the families of special-needs children all across the country, I have a message: For years, you sought to make America a more welcoming place for your sons and daughters.
I pledge to you that if we are elected, you will have a friend and advocate in the White House.
Gov. Palin, I can't tell you how much this means to me and my family. For eight long years it felt as if we didn't have a friend in the White House. Phew! Thank you for being my friend. What a relief. I have to be honest, I wasn't expecting that. I too am a parent of a special-needs child. My 6-year-old son Charlie has been living with type 1 diabetes since he was a baby.
As my friend, I'm sure you and Senator McCain will lift the restrictions on federal funding of embryonic stem cell research the moment you take office. That's what friends do, right? Friends are there for you when you need them most.
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My husband just switched jobs, which is always a headache when it comes to health insurance. If you are lucky enough to be allowed to start right away, with no waiting period, there's still that period of limbo when the old insurance has been cancelled (and man, they don't waste any time doing that) and when your new insurance is in the system.
Of course, Olivia needed insulin while we were in limbo. I went to CVS to pick it up and it was going to cost $335.99 for three bottles of insulin. Needless to say, we can't afford that.
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I knew he was high when I walked in the door;
His body was twitching, there was nary a snore.
His complexion was rosy, his hair dampened black;
I knew he was high before the pricker went "clack!"
The horrible number stayed like a tattoo,
Spitefully showcasing 392.
With insulin active, we gave it an hour
And whispered a prayer to a higher power.
I awoke from a dream that Obama had won
When Susanne said, "Carey! He's 421!"
I stumbled to his bedside, my wits on the fringe;
Susanne poured juice and loaded a syringe.
I pinched some plump flesh on the back of his arm,
Inserted the needle, then set my alarm.
2:30 am - I walked through a fog,
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