28 years ago, Planned Parenthood saved my life. As a young woman I had an operation to remove a fibroid. Within a week I moved from Illinois to Ohio for a new job without insurance. I began passing huge chunks of bloody material. Every healthcare provider I contacted turned me down for that lack of insurance coverage. The social safety net was not an option, as I was considered a non-resident since I had just moved to the state and would need months to establish permanent residency.
Someone mentioned Planned Parenthood; I had no idea what PP was, but I went to the office, crying and desperate. The manager sat down with me and started making phone calls. She set up a comprehensive care plan, involving an immediate visit to the emergency room. I told her the emergency room had already turned me down, but she encouraged me to go back and insist on being seen right now. She told me to come back to PP after the hospital, to obtain a referral to a provider out of town who would see me on a sliding scale, regardless of new in-state residency. She said they would be expecting me.
This time I was seen by the emergency room hospital, and the referral outside town did exactly what PP said they would. But it was the emotional support I got from that PP director that stays with me. She walked me through the process over the course of several days. And her outrage, that I could not find reproductive healthcare in a post-operative emergency instilled the sense of worth in me I needed to stand up for my needs.
A fan forever. Thank God for Planned Parenthood.