by Bonnie Cappa
For The Register-Guard, December 19, 2015
The year 2014 was transformative for me. I was working for PeaceHealth Medical Center in the emergency department, doing a job that I love. I was going to school full time, because I wanted something better for my family than living paycheck to paycheck. It was also the year I declared bankruptcy.
I was married at the time, with both of us working for PeaceHealth. Our finances had been in decline since moving to Eugene from Sacramento. We were taking all the right steps: We consolidated to one vehicle, moved into family campus housing while I went to school, and cut expenses wherever we could.
And then one night I woke up with a sudden onset of severe abdominal pain. I tried to wait it out, in hopes of seeing my primary care doctor, an obstetrician-gynecologist or even the clinic on campus.
But the pain was too severe, and I knew I would ultimately still get sent to the emergency room.