February is universally known as the “month of love”. Flowers, teddy bears, candy, maybe even proposals. This year, Valentine’s feels different for me...

Last year, I opened up about my heart murmur and discussed accepting the diagnosis. It was a frightening yet empowering feeling to share my story with the world…

All I can remember is the slowed sound of my footsteps and the slight trembling of my hands before my vision turned white and my body betrayed me…

Healthcare is supposed to mean help. It’s supposed to be the one place where pain is taken seriously and worry is met with answers instead of a shrug. But for thousands of women, that promise breaks down somewhere between the waiting room and the exam table.