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Patti TeeuwenTwo years ago I was working as a waitress as I had done for most of my adult life. I was 22 and one of the furthest things from my mind was my lack of heath insurance. Unfortunately, it was not far from my mind for long.
On the 9th of January I went to bed, the next morning I woke up unable to move my legs. I arrived at the hospital and had to make the scariest statement of my life, “I can’t feel my legs.” I was only 22 and I had no health insurance, an impending debt, and was out of a job.
That morning I was hospitalized and was placed in the Intensive Care Unit. I went through test after test. Cat scans and MRI’s constantly. Instead of being able to concentrate on what was wrong with me I was worried about how much all the tests were going to cost me. I was supposed to be moved to rehab when I developed a blood clot in my hand. My stay was extended for two more weeks. In my mind that was just thousands of more dollars of debt. I was diagnosed with neuropathy and told there is nothing that can be done to cure it except time.
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