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Marjane Satrapi, cartoonist and film director, best known for Persepolis

This one hurt, her work had such a profound effect on my life, thoughts, and politics.

May her memory be a blessing

Sorry if it’s a little cramped- had to make this all fit in ten photos. Hope you guys like it….. and again…. sorry Andrew

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Several decades later my sister had an MRI, as a long shot, to try to figure out why she was sick and deteriorating with a number of symptoms that were close to being written off as anxiety. She was sent straight to the hospital for adult onset hydrocephaly. Two days later she had brain surgery to put a shunt down her neck into her stomach and drain the fluid out. (No, you cannot usually get brain surgery that fast. Yes, it was that urgent.) Recovery was long and squiggly but it happened.

I think of that boy every once in a while. The one who died. I have no doubt that treatments developed for people like him, and tested on people like him, saved my sister's life.

I've been type 1 diabetic since I was about one and a half, and was incredibly sick. If my mother hadn't also been type 1 and recognized the signs I likely would have died.

I was born in 1982. Insulin was first given to a patient in 1922, and he survived. Before that, type 1 meant death, often very slow and agonizing. Before insulin, doctors advised a super strict "keto" diet to prolong life, and it could work for awhile - up to a year, I believe. But it was a miserable existence as the body was literally eating itself as the blood turned acidic until the patient eventually died.

60 years. Only 60 years before my birth did that procedure work for the first time. That's absolutely nothing given the span of human history and I think a lot about the people who died from it throughout time.

But yes, people tried. Healers and doctors of all sorts tried all manner of things to allow these (mostly!) kids to live. The fact that it was accomplished at all is nothing short of a miracle. The fact that I've been alive 42 years is fucking insane considering my body doesn't produce a hormone necessary for survival. If you think that doesn't blow me away on a regular basis you have another think coming. It's nothing short of a miracle.

Every medical advancement is. The amount of work that goes into it and the vast amount of luck necessary to get it right even when all the research and information is sound is just astonishing.

In 1930, having diabetes type I would basically mean being hospital bound, being woken every few hours for regular injections.

In 1965, you'd be able to live at home and get by with a very strict diet and a few timed injections. You'd struggle with chronical side effects. Having children wasn't done - passing on your genes would be immoral, and it might not even be legal for you to marry.

In the year 2000, you'd have a device clipped to your belt that would measure your blood sugar and distribute insulin, you only need to change the needle a few times a day. You might even be allowed to join in P.E. class

In 2025, you stick on two patches that do the same thing. They're synchronized through your phone.

From left to right: 1795 Michał Jerzy Mniszech with his daughter Elżbieta - Marcello Bacciarelli; Christopher Anstey and his daughter Mary Ann by William Hoare 1776; A Musician and His Daughter by Thomas de Keyser 1629; The Geography Lesson (Portrait of Monsieur G. and His Daughter), 1812; Jean-baptiste Isabey And His Daughter; Portrait of a Young Girl and Older Man by William Harrison Scarborough

THE LIBRARY Elizabeth Shippen Green 1905

>At work

>Pooping on company time #hellyeah

>Scrolling tumblr

>#FurryMpregPorn #hellyeah

>Drop phone

>It lands on the ground in between my stall and the stall next to me

>Face up

>The last post I was looking at is on it

>(#FurryMpregPorn) (#ohno)

>The stall next to me

>Is occupied

>(#FurryMpregPorn) (#fullknot)

>Immediately scramble to pick up and/or destroy phone

>In my haste I knock it closer to the other occupant

>No longer able to reach it

>(#FurryMpregPorn) (#faceup)

>Silence and stillness for 8,000 years

>The other occupant wordlessly kicks my phone back over to me

>(#FurryMpregPorn) (#myscreentimeoutis10minutes)

>I stay in the bathroom for an additional 20 minutes to make sure the other person never sees my face or other identifiable features

>Write this post

This is the part where I'm supposed to say ~ooooh no not meee, not this pooost, don't do this to me, this one's only getting like 3 notes~, but see I'm an attention whore. Yes me, yes this post, please do this to me I want validation. This one's getting the world heritage post designation. Tik tok robot lady voiceover of a reddit screenshot of this post incoming. I want weird pansexuals with picrew icons in my inbox telling me I'm funny and asking for feet pics. You invested at 50 but I invested at 0 and I'm lookin to retire. I already have tumblr notifications off, you can't hurt me.