I could not save the woman I loved. Now I need help keeping my home, meeting the obligations left behind, and finding a way forward without her.
On September 13, 2026, my beautiful wife, Yolanda, passed away after nearly six years of fighting colon cancer.
For more than 27 years, she was my best friend, my constant companion, and the person beside me through everything. We shared our meals, our work, our adventures, our worries, and a thousand little moments that I would give anything to have again.
I called her my Boo Boos.
Now I find her handwritten cards and break down reading them. When she became too sick to go out and buy a card, she made one herself. Even while she was suffering, she found ways to make sure I knew how much she loved me.
I still have that love. I just cannot reach for her hand anymore.
And while I am trying to comprehend that loss, the bills, legal expenses, and financial emergencies keep coming.
If you can help, please give today. Your contribution will help me meet urgent expenses, protect my housing, and rebuild my ability to support myself. If you cannot give, please share this page.
The woman you are helping me honor
Yolanda was a mother to our daughters, Yolly and Hillary, and the adored grandmother of Lacey and Levi, who called her “Lita.”
She was an English literature teacher at Etiwanda High School. Over the years, we counted 67 former students who told her she had inspired them to become teachers themselves.
She loved dancing. She loved making people laugh. She brought out the zany in everyone. And she loved our grandbabies with everything she had.
Less than 12 hours after chemotherapy and an episode of anaphylactic shock, she refused to miss our grandson’s first birthday celebration. That was Yolanda: desperately ill, but determined to be there for someone she loved.
One of her deepest fears about dying was that our grandbabies might forget her.
I have promised her they will not.
They will know her voice, her laughter, her stories, and how fiercely their Lita adored them. I will keep showing them the photographs and videos. I will keep saying her name.
But right now, I need help finding my footing so I can be there for them, too.
What nearly six years of cancer left behind
Yolanda’s cancer spread to her liver and lungs. Her fight included chemotherapy, a 10-hour double surgery at City of Hope, repeated emergency surgeries, hospitalizations, and extensive care at home.
We devoted our resources to keeping her alive, comfortable, and surrounded by love.
Treatment and caregiving expenses were only part of the burden. There were medications, transportation, travel, household bills, and lost income as I stayed beside her.
Our savings and retirement funds were depleted. We sold our beach house. Four vehicles, our RV, our boat, and our WaveRunners were repossessed. Bank accounts were seized. We lost storage units and possessions that held years of family history.
Today, I am facing the possibility of losing the family home where I cared for her.
I would choose to stand beside Yolanda through every difficult day again. But her death did not end the financial consequences of her illness. I am still here, grieving her and trying to meet obligations I cannot currently cover alone.
The grief has also affected my health. My doctor recently diagnosed me with broken heart syndrome. I am trying to care for myself while rebuilding a livelihood and managing the financial pressure.
The legal fight continues
Alongside these losses, I face mounting attorney fees and related expenses from what I believe is a sustained campaign of lawfare intended to silence and bankrupt me.
My work as an intelligence analyst includes efforts to expose human trafficking, organ harvesting, espionage, and theft targeting the United States. I believe the legal campaign against me is retaliation for that work.
Those legal costs are real obligations I must address while trying to recover financially. Ongoing security needs and necessary work travel to Washington, DC, and other locations add to the burden.
I am working to rebuild my income through my intelligence, cybersecurity, and strategic advisory work. Your help would give me breathing room to pursue that work while meeting urgent responsibilities.
How your gift will help
Donations come directly to me, Tony Seruga, and will help cover:
- Housing and essential living expenses: Keeping a roof over my head, utilities paid, and basic needs met.
- Outstanding cancer and caregiving debts: Obligations remaining from Yolanda’s illness and care.
- Legal expenses: Attorney fees and related costs in the continuing legal fight.
- Security expenses: Ongoing personal and work-related protection.
- Necessary work travel: Transportation, lodging, and related expenses for Washington, DC, and other locations.
Essential living expenses and urgent obligations will take priority. Funds will be applied as these needs come due, and I will continue sharing updates here.
Please help me take the next step
Asking for help is painful. So is admitting how much has been lost.
But I want to keep going. I want to be present for our daughters and grandbabies. I want to work, meet my responsibilities, and carry Yolanda’s love into whatever life comes next.
If you are able, please make a gift today. Whether you give $10, $25, $100, or another amount, you are helping me face expenses that have become overwhelming. A monthly contribution would also help with recurring bills as I rebuild.
Please share this fundraiser, too. Send it to a friend, post it on your social accounts, or share it with your church or community. A personal message explaining why you are sharing can help this reach someone who would otherwise never see it.
And please keep our family in your prayers.
To everyone who helped us during Yolanda’s illness, and everyone helping me now: thank you. I remember the kindness you showed her. She knew people she had never met were praying for her and standing beside us. That brought her comfort.
You can read about her life, see photographs, and leave a memory at YolandaSeruga.com.
I miss my wife more than I can express. I cannot change what happened on September 13. But with your help, I can meet the next obligation, protect what remains, and keep moving toward a life in which our grandbabies always know how deeply their Lita loved them.
Please give what you can, share this page, and help me keep going.
With love and gratitude,
Tony Seruga
Yolanda, I love you to the moon and back. And I will never let our grandbabies forget you.
