This is part of an ongoing series in which Bronx writers share their personal stories on the state of healthcare in America.
by Walter Carpenter
I almost died eleven years ago. Initially, I had a job with insurance, but illness cost me my job. Losing my job cost me my insurance. Not being able to afford healthcare almost killed me. My story is that of a vicious, like-threatening, cycle. I’ve learned that hundreds of thousands of Americans have a similar story.
A few years earlier, I had my first episode of biliary duct obstruction and didn’t get so sick. My insurance company paid $1,500 for a cholecystectomy and, after weeks of recovery, I was almost back to normal, living my life and doing my job, but now my job didn’t include health insurance. Not all jobs do, even some that recruit you with promises of health insurance....