When my dad was diagnosed with esophageal cancer, everything changed. He had always been the strong one in our family—the protector, the one who never asked for help. Watching his health decline was heartbreaking, and I quickly found myself stepping into a role I never expected: his full-time caregiver. I managed medications, doctor appointments, meals, and his personal care, all while trying to keep up with my own responsibilities. It was exhausting—physically, emotionally, and mentally—but there was no question in my heart that I would be there for him.

     What many people don’t realize is how isolating caregiving can be. While my friends were living their lives, I was learning how to handle medical equipment and navigating hospital systems. There were nights I barely slept, days I forgot to eat, and moments when I wondered how I could keep going. We didn’t have the resources for outside help, so everything fell on my shoulders. I loved my dad deeply, but caregiving took a toll I couldn’t have anticipated—on my health, my finances, and my emotional well-being.

     After he passed, I realized that my experience wasn’t unique. So many caregivers are out there doing the same—quietly, out of love, but often with no support. That’s why I started Rest For A Day Your Way Inc. I wanted to create something that would give caregivers what I never had: real help, a break when they need it most, and the reassurance that they’re not alone. My dad’s memory fuels this mission, and I know he’d be proud that his journey inspired something that brings comfort and care to others.

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     When my best friend Jan was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis, neither of us could have imagined how much life would change. MS is a slow thief—it gradually took away her mobility, her independence, and the daily routines she once managed with ease. As the disease progressed, I stepped in to help with everything from getting her to appointments, preparing meals, and managing medications, to simply being there to keep her spirits up. I didn’t think twice about becoming her caregiver—it was an act of love. But it also came with challenges I never saw coming.

Caring for Jan was one of the most meaningful and difficult things I’ve ever done. There were days filled with laughter and moments of deep connection, but also days of exhaustion, frustration, and helplessness.

     MS doesn’t take breaks—and as a caregiver, neither did I. It meant rearranging my schedule, making sacrifices, and sometimes feeling like I was barely holding things together. I was doing my best for someone I loved dearly, but there were many moments when I wished I had more help, or even just a day to rest and regroup.

     Through it all, Jan remained the incredible friend she had always been—funny, fierce, and full of heart. She taught me what strength really looks like. After she passed, I knew I wanted to turn our experience into something that could help others. That’s why I became committed to supporting caregivers—because I know what it’s like to give your all without having enough resources, time, or rest. Jan’s life and our friendship continue to inspire me to make sure no caregiver feels forgotten or alone.