“But I just came back from Green Bay, Wisconsin. I met a woman there who was thirty-five years old, had a job, a husband, and two children, and health insurance. But she also has stage-three breast cancer, and now she’s hit her lifetime caps, so her insurance company is refusing to pay her bills, and she’s terrified that she’s going to die and leave her family bankrupt.” By then, I felt Obama’s hand in the small of my back, gently ushering me to the door of his office. As he opened it, he paused for a moment. “That’s not the country we believe in,” he said. “So let’s just keep on fighting.”
