Today I have completed my 26th year and will begin my 27th on my beloved General Hospital. I leave you with an excerpt from my book which will be released in the next year.
"I play the role of Alexis Davis. I am a public defender, prosecutor, personnel injury, civil, malpractice, tax and family attorney. I am the bastard child of Mikos Cassadine who died after being thrown into his own weather machine which he designed to freeze the world. My mother, Kristen Bergman was a famous opera singer whose throat was slit by my father’s wife, Helena. Unhappy with the turn of events, I hurled my frail 75 year old stepmother off a five hundred foot parapet slamming her onto jagged rock only for her to walk away unscathed. Even more determined, I shoved her off a thousand foot cliff into the frigid subzero ocean, Helena not only survived unscathed, she apparently scaled 1000 feet up the cliff  and continued to wreak havoc on Port Charles. I also have two brothers. Stefan who grew up as my cousin, and Stavros who came back from the dead after being frozen for 15 years. He is now dead again. We expected Stefan, who was also dead, to return again soon looking like a completely different person, but my Uncle Victor who was dead twice came back instead. As it turned out, I also had a sister who I discovered was my sister 20 years later after finding her in bed with my boyfriend, who is no longer my boyfriend. I then fell in love with my deviant client, world renowned mobster Sonny Corrinthos and we became very popular until the writer who was fired and then came back decided that ratings didn’t trump his own bias for a different pairing and took a sledge hammer to it. But before he could, we had a lot of fun together including being mowed down seven times by slow motion gunfire, usually accompanied by classical or Christmas music, depending on the season. We’ve also survived several bomb explosions together. The last one was because Sonny, who lived directly across the hall, strapped a bomb to himself. It went off, completely obliterating his entire apartment, blowing the linoleum off the floors of my apartment, and propelling my furniture into the air with me and my friends on them, rendering us all unconscious on the floor in a perfect perpendicular line. Sonny walked out of the debris with only a small cut over his left eyebrow. His hair still looked great. Then of course I became pregnant. This ensured that I would periodically fall down random staircases during the next nine months. Things got a little tense when he blew my sister up in a warehouse. Naturally upset, I blamed another mobster who then ran into the knife I was holding and pitched himself over a balcony. I managed to run down five flights of stairs in time to witness him hit the ground and scream. He died and came back as his twin brother. I eventually had the baby after many failed attempts by the then head writer to kill it, leaving me with no connection to Sonny at all. Fortunately he was told no by the Network, who enjoys ratings. Being a mother now and a murderer, I did not want to go to jail, so I donned a red wig pretending to be my dead sister, but only looked ridiculous. I then cleverly set out to fake a personality disorder to beat a murder wrap but no one was able to follow the story both on and off the show, so they ended it. Instead they thought it would be amusing to dress me up like a male English butler for three months. Again, no one knew why. Eventually I got pregnant with my daughter’s father’s brother and recovered beautifully from a C section with a butter knife and no anesthetic. Luckily there was a fishing line handy to suture me up. I was happily married with two children who were both sisters and cousins, until I remembered that I had a grown daughter that I gave up for adoption thirty years ago. I was 12 at the time. We met on a Monday, she moved in on Tuesday and by Wednesday she slept with my husband and destroyed my family. On Thursday I was diagnosed with lung cancer and on Friday I began chemo. By Saturday I was cured and home. Sunday my 2 toddlers aged into teenagers overnight and I accidentally on purpose ran over one of their boyfriends with my car without even having my license revoked, allowing me to run over 2 other people later on. The following weeks, months and years sailed by as I continued to practice fake law in Port Charles, meet the love of my life, had incredible sex that raised ratings, got married, and 2 days later he tried to slit my throat with the same dagger that was used to slit my mother’s throat. I became a raging alcoholic, went to AA. I liked my sponsor until she tried to kill me too. I went into therapy, slept with my therapist who then died in my bed. I started drinking again and ended up in a women’s prison that also housed a male serial killer. I pretended not to notice him and instead befriended his caretaker, who was in a cult with my daughter, who later tried to kill me as well. Somehow I’m still alive."
Always so grateful to have an ongoing contract, my own parking space and people I’ve never met who come up to me regularly and tell me how much younger I look in person. It's a gift that I have been able to and still get to do what I love to do for such a gloriously long time. I love my job the most because it is the job that gave me the security I needed to greenlight Kate as a single mother, raise her while being able to give her the things I dreamed of giving her, put her through school all the way through college, and will hopefully allow me to spoil my grandchildren. The enormous love & gratitude I have for ABC and Disney for allowing me the privilege of working for them is immeasurable. But the real truth is without the support from all of you, this day would not be what it is. As always, I see you and thank you.
Love,
Nancy lee