Our Story
The Dual Impact of Caregiving on WomenLonger Life, Lower Quality
This organization was born out of my family’s story—one marked by love, heartbreak, and a determination to make sure others don’t suffer in silence.
In 2004, my world shifted when my eldest child received a life-changing diagnosis. My role as a fulltime employee in tech turned into that of a self-taught, self-employed caregiver for my daughter.
Watching my daughter go through endless treatments, while battling with hospitals, insurance companies, and administrators who seemed not to care whether she lived or died was gut-wrenching.
I carried anger and heartbreak, but also a fierce resolve to be present with her and my family daily to protect her for the years it took to achieve remission. That’s when I stepped away from my career path and earned my Real Estate License, so I could be closer to home and give more of myself to my children.
But in 2007, tragedy struck again. My sister Jackie, just 45 years old, died of a prescription drug overdose. Jackie was bright, loving, and strong, but she lived with schizophrenia and delusional disorders—making her one of the most vulnerable patients in a system that failed her at every turn. Her psychiatrist prescribed pain medications and tranquilizers for years without once checking medical records or validating her claims of cancer. That negligence stole her life.
Motivation
Her death gutted me. Out of my grief, I chose a different path—a path of advocacy, disruption, and change.
This organization is my way of honoring Jackie, my daughter, and every family who has ever felt powerless in the face of hardship. It’s deeply personal to me to contribute to the greater good. It’s about standing up for those who can’t. And it’s about making sure no one else has to carry the pain of deciding between surviving and thriving.
We exist to turn heartbreak into hope, and tragedy into purpose. This is Jackie’s legacy. And it’s my promise.