Hey friends, ❤️‍🩹 I wanted to share something that’s been on my heart — and honestly, a big part of why I’m still here. Saying yes wasn’t easy. It meant trusting a system that wasn’t built for women like me.But that “yes” gave me life — and a purpose to change what wasn’t meant for me. ❤️‍🩹 Most Women Don’t Realize How Left Out We’ve Been It’s time to change that. Even though heart disease is the #1 killer of women , we’re still underrepresented in the research meant to sav

Simply because connection was never the system’s design goal in the first place. 📱 Today I got a notification in MyChart — that little ping that’s supposed to make managing your care easier. It told me to schedule my final clinical trial appointment. So, I followed the instructions. I scheduled my echo. A few minutes later, the phone rang — it was the clinical site coordinator asking to reschedule the appointment I just made. Turns out, the doctor assigned to my study is onl

Sometimes healing isn’t loud — it’s one quiet change that means everything. When Dr. Beglin told me he was cutting my BUMEX to just 0.25 mg every other day , I sat there shocked. I haven’t been without a diuretic since 1987 , when I was diagnosed with idiopathic fibrosing mediastinitis — a rare disease of unknown causes, that creates scar tissue to grow inside the chest, squeezing the lungs and blood vessels and making it harder for my heart to work. Back then, medicine was

I’m not here to throw shade — just to shine some light. ✨ Clinical trials save lives.I’m living proof of that. They give people like me a second chance when options run out.But even with all the science and structure behind them, trials still have a deeply human side that doesn’t always get enough attention. What I’ve learned and what we talk about often at HeartBridge Collective is that connection can start to fade even before a trial ends. People move on.Coordinators cha

I stayed silent just to keep breathing. Today, my words carry purpose. When you’re fighting for your life, you speak in survival.You write in whispers.You breathe between words and sometimes between syllables. Talking was hard and some days, impossible.I’d pause mid-word just to catch air, or stay quiet to save what little I had.I had to choose them carefully, like spending the last coins of breath! Back then, breathing took all my focus, so I spoke in pieces.Short. Choppy.

The invitation that changed everything. Because sometimes, the seat at the table is the miracle. I’m so excited! We are headed to Dublin, Ireland for the #GHHUnite Summit 🌍 The Global Heart Hub brings together people from all over the world who care about heart health — patients, caregivers, doctors, and researchers. We come together to learn, share ideas, and make sure patients’ voices are heard. 💫 Why This Means So Much It’s hard to describe what this invitation means t

Making Clinical Trials Easier to Reach and Easier to Live Through When I first tried to join a clinical trial, I had no idea how much time, travel, and hope it took. I drove to another state three times, chasing a chance at life.The first two trips ended in disappointment, a quiet, heartbreaking “no.” By the third, I was exhausted and scared, but hope wouldn’t let me stop. That final trip changed everything. It gave me my second chance at life . My daughter took time off work

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