I speak for those who can’t speak tonight. I speak for those who’ve been brushed under the rug by slight-of-hand. I speak for the dead.

We’d all like to believe that if we control our risk factors, listen to our bodies, and call for help when in need there would be no heart disease. No heart attack. No stroke. No death.

Yet we all know the truth, which is women do the right thing every day and die anyway.

Whether from congenital defect, unmanageable risk factors, or un-researched biological boogeyman, women die from heart disease every minute of every hour of every day because we haven’t devoted the attention, research dollars, or sweat equity to keep them alive.

Don’t insult my intelligence by telling me that awareness of heart disease will keep me alive. I literally could teach a course on Spontaneous Coronary Artery Dissection (SCAD) to med students today and die of a second heart attack from SCAD tomorrow because the data hasn’t been funded to explain my disease or prevent my death from it.

Talk to me about answers. Show me cradle-to-grave assessment, risk management, and care. Act upon my crisis.

Women die every minute of every day because death from heart disease isn’t yet lucrative or sexy enough for our health care and research establishments to act.

I’m fighting hard until I Go Dead for Women.