Once the dry heaving stopped -- about two days after the election results were officially in -- I called my Congresswoman and told her our story. Two weeks after that, I flexed my old and saggy PR muscles and sent a pitch into the Chicago Tribune with the subject message line: Trump Will Kill My Husband.
About five hours later, the reporter responded to my e-mail and asked if we could set up a phone call.
My strange adventure in ACA Advocacy began with this article. And then a few other stories - like this one - followed. And from there, everything got nutty.
Because I'm not seeing a whole helluva lot of stories now (or even back then) that flush 156 million Americans out of the "all private insurance was perfect and comprehensive and fair" memory hole, I hope to solicit, aggregate and share stories from everyone who remembers their employer-sponsored insurance back in the pre-ACA dark ages all of 8 whole years ago.
Also worth noting, I'm not making any money off of this site. You may notice you aren't getting bombarded with ads - that's because I'm not trying to monetize this initiative.