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My aunt couldn’t afford to go to the hospital. She ended up there anyway. BY JENISHA WATTS The day after Thanksgiving, I got a voicemail. A woman identified herself as a doctor at the University of Louisville hospital: “I believe I may have one of your family members here.” The message was hard to understand. Most of my family lives in Kentucky, so I didn’t know whom the doctor was referring to. I called the hospital, but kept getting put on hold. Then I tried my aunt—if someone was in trouble, she’d be the one to know. But she didn’t answer. A few hours later, her son got in touch with me. My aunt was the one in the hospital. …
摘自《大西洋月刊》(The Atlantic)2026年4月4日,Jenisha Watts。仅引用开头一小段供了解文章,版权归原刊所有,全文请阅读原刊。