My first husband was 32 when he was diagnosed with cancer. Eighteen months later, he took his last breath. As sad as that is, it could have been worse. At the time, he worked for Packard Electric and was a GM employee. Thankfully, it was the old GM with great health benefits.
Looking back, I marvel that, although he didn’t survive, my family did. During his illness, the pharmaceutical bill was enormous. Each prescription only cost us $3. Even after his death, the bills kept coming. When the dust cleared from the insurance payments, there was little for me to pay. I was able to pick up and go on unencumbered by a mountain of medical debt.
— By Nancy Anderson