I had planned to march. Just this week I was diagnosed with a heart problem and was told not to do any sort of exercise until they can sort out how to fix the problem. Ironic. Thirty years ago, my grandmother died of a heart attack in an apartment full of antacids. Her doctors didn’t take her symptoms seriously. They said she was hysterical, a hypochondriac, and was mistaking indigestion for heart disease. Their sexism killed her. Now, today, they take me seriously. They ran the tests. They found the problem, and now I will not suffer her fate. The preservation of women’s rights, women’s healthcare, and women’s dignity is now in jeopardy. I cannot march physically, but I march in spirit.