I lost my father when I was still a baby.
I was raised by my mother alone — strong, faithful, and resilient —
while caring for ten children. I am the youngest, and the first doctor in my family.As a child, I witnessed something that never left me.
When my mother suffered a serious injury, access to medical care was distant, delayed, and uncertain.That moment shaped my life.
I did not dream of wealth or recognition.
I dreamed of a future where no mother, no child, and no family would suffer simply because they lived far from help.
I dreamed of access — to healthcare, dignity, and hope.
Years later, I graduated as a medical doctor — not alone,
but beside the woman who carried me through every hardship.Becoming a doctor was not the end of the journey.
It was the beginning of responsibility.
It is about the people we serve —
and the future we are building together.
