The Sacred Front Line: Honoring the Woman Who Carried the World
- Sarah Y. Tse

- Mar 21
- 3 min read

For years, I have written about leadership, mentorship, and the resilience required to survive 7 Years on the Front Line. I’ve navigated high-stakes business negotiations and corporate strategy, but nothing prepared me for the "front line" of my own home—the sacred, often heartbreaking, and deeply spiritual journey of caring for my mother as she navigates the shadows of dementia.
If you are currently balancing a demanding career with the weight of caregiving, I want you to know: This is not a distraction from your purpose. This is your calling.
A Legacy of Sacrifice: From a Five-Year-Old Servant to a Boardroom Advisor
My mother was never a "fragile" woman. She was a powerhouse—a sharp financial investor who could analyze a portfolio with surgical precision. Even now, there are flashes of that brilliance where she still weighs in on business decisions. But her strength was forged in a furnace of early hardship that most of us can barely imagine.
In the early 1950s, at just five years old, she was sent from China to Hong Kong to serve as a helper for her grandparents. She once shared a story that haunts me: as a tiny child, she had to fetch heavy buckets of water from a well for the household. One night, her grandmother’s droppings landed in her hair. Alone and humiliated, she had to wash her hair by the curbside in the middle of the night. She was only five.
She spent her entire life carrying the world on her shoulders:
The Caretaker: She raised four children while caring for my father’s grandmother for over a decade until she passed at 105.
The Anchor: She spent ten years of her "golden years" as the primary caregiver for my late father during his battle with cancer.
The Muse: She walked me through my own seven years of legal turmoil, eventually pushing me to write my memoir in 2018. I credit her for inspiring me to step into my own as an author after decades of bringing success to others.
The Roots of the Shadow
As her short-term memory fades, her long-term memories have become painfully vivid. I believe her dementia is not just a biological decline, but the result of decades of trauma and mental stress that she carried alone. She never received the proper mental health care she deserved for the hardships she endured as a child and a wife. Those unreconciled wounds of the soul may have contributed to her current mental deterioration.
This blog is my way of honoring the woman she is now. I am determined to use the remaining days I have with her to provide the tender, proper care she never received as a child.
Virtues Birthed in the Quiet Moments
In the corporate world, we value efficiency. In the "Caregiver’s Boardroom," we value Virtue.
The Power of Forgiveness: When she says things that sting, I put on the armor of forgiveness. I remind myself: This is the disease speaking, not her heart.
People Over Possessions: When her weakened muscles cause her to break my expensive China, I look at it spiritually. I tell her, "Mother, it is okay. Things can be replaced; you cannot."
Preserving Her Reputation: When she acts like a child—perhaps trying to "reclaim" a bag from a relative during an outing—I do not scold. I gently redirect to protect the dignity she worked a lifetime to build.
Environmental Sanctuary: After she burned through five pots in three months, I realized the kitchen was no longer safe for her. We now keep her space clutter-free and peaceful, surrounding her with people who radiate love and shielding her from those who stir up negative emotions.
A New Season of Support
Leadership means knowing when to expand the team. I am celebrating a new season with a full-time helper who walks alongside us. It is now our turn to carry the woman who once carried the load for our entire family.
Manna for the Journey
Isaiah 46:4: "Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he... I have made you and I will carry you."
2 Corinthians 12:9: "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness."
Galatians 6:9: "Let us not become weary in doing good..."
To My Fellow Front-Line Sisters
To the one reading this while answering an email in a hospital waiting room: You can do this. This journey is not a detour; it is a divine refining of your soul. Every act of service proves that God will never give you more than you can handle with His grace. You are providing a "long-term" love—the kind that echoes into eternity. Take a deep breath, friend. We are walking this sacred path together, one grace-filled step at a time.
By Sarah Y. Tse
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