This is my family, they're the reason for all of it.

In the summer of 2025, my dad was diagnosed with a Grade 3 oligodendroglioma. Brain cancer, for anyone who's never had to learn that word. He's the third person in our family in five years to hear it, and the only one still in the fight.

Losing My Mind started there. Not as a business plan, but as something to do with my hands while the ground kept moving under us. It began as grief. Somewhere in it, it turned into purpose.

In November 2025, he started a treatment drug called Voranigo. It slips past the blood-brain barrier and, for now, it's holding his tumour still. Nobody can tell us how long that lasts. But here's the part I hold onto: that drug exists because people who will never know my dad, decided his kind of cancer was worth funding.

Some days it's hard to picture tomorrow. So instead of waiting, I started building today.