In early 2006, Michael Moore put out a call for stories about the health care industry for his documentary Sicko. While I didn't have a specular story (thank goodness), the email hit me at the right time and it inspired an email campaign to Michael Moore. I'm sure that wine was involved (not the best thing for a person to be drinking who is rebuilding from depression) but I am not sure how else to explain my willingness to beat on a rabbit.
This one is from some time in early February:
Hi Michael.I intended to write to you back in the early 90s with a marriage proposal after seeing "Roger and Me." Apparently I was too busy with college to follow through. But we're both married now (and perhaps you were then), so I write to you some 15 years later in response to your request for "Sicko" content.
I have a pretty compelling story about what the health care industry should be providing but it isn't because it is making too much money by not providing it.
Below is a draft of an article I am working on for a magazine and it will give you the flavor of what I am talking about. It begins "My grandmother died at the age of 61 of complications from postpartum depression."
Read it for old-times sake.
The article content comes from a book I am writing about depression. (I'll send you a copy in a few months.) It provides medical research on the link between nutrients and depression. Things like zinc and magnesium are at least as therapeutic for depression as pharmaceutical options, they just take a while to correct.
And if I don't make it into "Sicko" based on this content, perhaps you could squeeze me in for a cameo. I would be happy to color-analyze you incorrectly or beat on a rabbit or two for old-times sake.
Send my best to your wife.
Amanda
