Help Andrea Keep the Dream Greg Built

With a heart that’s shattered in more ways than I knew was possible, I’m asking for help.

Just a few short years ago, I met Greg White—the love of my life. After a lifetime of pain and hardship, we both finally found something we’d fought so hard for: a safe, steady, beautiful love. One rooted in respect, devotion, and a sense of being completely seen. We built something real together, something gentle and strong. We felt like we’d made it home.

Three months ago, we moved into the house that was supposed to be our forever home. He was so proud of this place—so happy. He talked endlessly about dinners with friends & family, and barbecues in the backyard. It was a sanctuary of safety for me, a place where we could finally start the life we both had dreamed of but had been ripped from us so many times before. It was our fresh start, and we were finally here.

But just five weeks after moving in, Greg woke me in the middle of the night and asked me to take him to the hospital. His dormant cancer had returned. Within two weeks, he started chemo. And within four more, we learned that the treatment wasn’t working. His tumours had doubled in size. He was in constant, unbearable pain.

Those weeks were the most traumatic of my life. I was caring for Greg around the clock while working full-time from home and running my photography business. He was in constant, unbearable pain, which caused vicious nausea and a myriad of other horrible symptoms. Neither of us slept. I rushed him to the emergency room repeatedly, begged doctors for relief, and tried every tool I could find to bring some peace to his beautiful face. I poured everything I had into trying to save him. And it wasn’t enough.

On May 27th, Greg passed peacefully. Surrounded by family and friends, I held him as he took his last breaths, wrapped in love, heartbreak and grace.

Now, I’m trying to figure out how to survive without him.

Without Greg’s income, I can’t afford the mortgage and household costs on my own. I am still sick from grief and the physical toll of caregiving. I will receive just one week of government caregiver benefit (~$600).

We were so careful. We made a plan. But we never planned for this.

This fundraiser is my attempt to hold on to the home Greg loved so much—and to the dream we started. It will help cover:

• mortgage payments, bills, and costs of running the home while I grieve and try to find a new plan

• Support household repairs and maintenance that Greg would have taken care of

If we can’t reach the goal, I may have to sell the house at a major loss—and lose what little financial stability I have left. That’s not just my loss. It’s Greg’s, too. He loved this home. He wanted me to feel safe here.

I know that everyone is carrying something. And I know there are so many worthy causes. But if Greg touched your life—or if this story moves you—I’d be so grateful for your help. Whether that’s a donation, a share, or a kind word, it means more than I can say.

Thank you,

Andrea