Even at ten years old, I had to get a medical physical before flying to film Cheaper by the Dozen, and an industry-referred doctor discovered a heart murmur. Upon sharing that I had dizzy spells and blackouts, he didn’t mark anything on my file because it “might stop the production company from letting you work.” I followed the doctor’s orders and ignored the murmur like he did, deducing that Hollywood must exist above medicine, above the law, and even above common sense.
