Nine years ago next month, I stepped into an urgent care with flu like symptoms and some general discomfort in my chest. What happened over the next 48 hours felt like a whirlwind, but I am so thankful to the clinical staff that day who thought my vitals looked abnormal and pressed me to go to the hospital.
I walk, because I remember laying in that hospital bed scared out of my mind. Because we learned three weeks later that my little girl was going to be born. Because the only reason I am here to watch her grow, is because we had the healthcare to save my life. And everyone deserves that.
Please join us.
