My parents abandoned me in a hospital at 13 because my ca.nc.er treatment was “too expensive.” 15 years later, hearing I was the Valedictorian of Columbia University College, they demanded VIP tickets

every fever, every panic attack, every bald-headed morning when I felt ugly and broken.

She would look at me and say, “Good morning, beautiful girl. I’m lucky to see your face.”

Insurance paid for most of the treatment, but the extra costs were overwhelming. Co-pays, medication, special food, gas, appointments. Megan’s nurse salary was not enough, though continue reading …