Tomorrow I am crossing something off my Bucket List. I am going to my first march/ protest. I've always wanted to participate in one, but until now the stars haven't aligned between cause and opportunity. Tomorrow my excuses for staying home are over, and I am going to take to the streets with thousands of other activists in DC. I am delighted that my Mom, her friend and my dear friend Tammy are going to come along in solidarity.
I am not marching against any particular person
or political party. Instead, I feel compelled to lend my voice and to
try to bring attention to the potential catastrophic impact on access to
prosthetic care. The repeal of the Affordable Care Act is inevitable,
but the details of a replacement have been hazy at best. Until Essential
Health Benefit status is maintained in the new legislation, I am not
going to stop pushing and fighting. This issue is simply too big to
I know that it will be crowded and that driving into DC
on Saturday will be an exercise in frustration and patience. But none
of those reasons outweighs my desire to try to make a difference. I need
my voice to be heard, and I can't fail to be part of ;this opportunity in my own back yard.