I grew up in the projects of Brooklyn. My parents came to this Country from Puerto Rico, looking for a better life for their family. My siblings and I received our health care at the city-run clinics. We did not have health insurance, it was not offered to my father at his workplace. I remember the hours waiting to see the physician, just to get our immunizations. I have horrible memories of the dental clinics where we received our dental care. I remember the city hospital where my brother died, at the age of 15, of lymphoma. It was my senior year of high school.Read more »