Two Words of Advice
I was 32, and I was invincible! I had my MFA. I had done 20 some professional plays, and I had been the Junior Mr. Goodwrench. I’d sold groceries, Chevys, and Wesson oil in other commercials. I had filmed several movies and even completed my first stint on a Soap. Nothing was going stop me!
Then, cancer tapped me on the shoulder. Believe me, everything stops when that happens. I ended up in the hospital for 5 months. I lost all my hair, and I lost 50 pounds. Couldn’t eat for 3 months, because I couldn’t stop vomiting. I needed chemo, 5 surgeries, platelets, blood transfusions, scans, catheters, IVs, stitches, staples, wash cloths, dixie cups, and all the machines that blinked and went ping! I benefited from nearly every medicine known to man, and eventually, I got better.
I think this experience gave me the right to dispense a little bit of advice. Mind you, very limited advice. In fact, I’ve only got two words for you. Here they are:
Health Insurance.
21 years ago I had it, and I’m still here. I’ve lost a substantial amount of hearing, I can’t always feel my feet, and I have a body full of scars, but I’m still here. It’s really hard for me to consider the alternative of not having it. So, once again, here’s my two cents:
Health Insurance.
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