Dealing With Grief: Waiting For Opdivo

Dealing With Grief

New Year’s Eve. December 31, 2014.  His last birthday on planet Earth,  January 1, 2015. Turning 71.

On the third anniversary of my husband’s death, June 27, 2018,  I decided to publish this article which I started writing two and a half years ago. I had been unable to finish it.  I was moving on with my life and didn’t want to relive these very sad and traumatic moments.  Every time I went back to my draft, my mind went blank.  All those years of struggle and later grief came back to haunt me.  I remember my mother telling me after my husband’s death:  “Annette, you are under a deep depression. You should honestly see a doctor.” and my answer was: “No Mom, it’s not depression, it’s just deep rooted sorrow. It’s a very strong feeling of loss.  I will be okay.”

So no.  I was not ready to finish it.

I am ready now.

I worked in the advertising industry for many years and my last job was as Commercial Director for Televisa Publishing + Digital Puerto Rico. A company in Puerto Rico that distributed the  Spanish versions of Cosmopolitan, Good Housekeeping, National Geographic, Women’sHealth, Men’s Health etc. The Puerto Rican magazine Caras and the very popular latin magazine Vanidades.  Not only did the sales department report to me but also marketing, promotions and the special projects department.  I also managed social media for Cosmopolitan, Vanidades and BuenHogar (Good Housekeeping).  I was extremely happy and at the peak of my career.

While visiting one of my very good clients who managed advertising for an important pharmaceutical company about a year prior to my husband’s death, she talked to me about a very promising drug called Opdivo (nivolumab)  which was considered a miracle drug for prolonging life to melanoma type cancer patients.

She went on to tell me that it was now being tested on patients with metastatic non small cell  lung cancer (NSCLC) but back then hadn’t yet received the approval from the FDA to treat lung cancer patients . I did extensive research on the drug which is actually immunotherapy which stimulates a person’s own immune system to recognize and destroy cancer cells more effectively. Immunotherapy would be used to treat some forms of non-small cell lung cancer (NSCLC).  It was supposed to be very effective in fighting metastatic cancer, which had spread from the original tumor to other areas.

 Finally around March 2015 Opdivo, was approved by the FDA to treat people with and advanced lung cancer:  Squamous non-small cell lung cancer that had grown after they received platinum-based chemotherapy.

 So as soon as I was able to and after hearing about the approval, (because Rafi was always in and out of a hospital in Puerto Rico either with dehydration,  chemotherapy side effects etc.), I traveled with him on June 2015 to Cleveland Clinic in Weston, Florida.   I took  a nurse along with me who had been coming to my house for the last 4 months to help me with his bath, medications and would administer intravenous fluids to him  due to the fact that he refused to drink water or any other liquid for that matter and would easily become dehydrated.  Couldn’t walk.  Was  6’1″ tall and I couldn’t move him by myself anymore.

 Worst trip ever. We arrived at Weston Florida with him and on our way to the hospital we had to place him lying down on the back seat of the car because he couldn’t sit by himself anymore. He couldn’t walk and he was aching all over.

 Nobody would help us get him out of the car when we arrived at the hospital. They wouldn’t because of liability issues. This was mind boggling to me. A hospital and they won’t help you get a patient out of the car and help you move him on to a wheelchair?Where has liability taken us?

So being ultra careful we struggled but finally got him out of the car, placed him in a wheelchair and took him into the clinic.  He received an MRI.

The results of the MRI were back the following day and we took him to his first appointment with a neurologist, who was a true angel.  He was the one to give him the news.  His cancer had spread to his bones, to both of his lungs, spinal chord, stomach and I don’t remember what other organs were compromised.  Very bad news. We were all devastated.

This is what happened at the appointment. If you already read this story which I posted a couple of years ago you may skip it. If  you would like to read it, here is the link:

After the appointment we took him downstairs to fill out some forms.  He sat in his wheelchair next to the nurse while I stood in line.  After I filled out all the forms, I walked over to him and he began to cry. I had NEVER seen Rafi cry.  I grabbed  him by the hand and told him, with that positive attitude that I always try to portray and remembering the movie Sound of Music and the song: Whenever I feel afraid I hold my head erect and whistle a happy tune so no one will suspect I’m afraid: “Rafi  are you crying?  No way!   You are going to be cured. You are going to start your Opdivo treatment and you will be cured! Please trust me.  We will get over this. Trust me!”

He looked at me and smiled.

Last trip to Weston.  June 2015.  He loved me to take him to House of Pancakes.  Strawberry milkshake was his favorite.

We had been waiting for months for the FDA to approve this “miracle drug” for the treatment of lung cancer but Rafi didn’t fit into the protocol. Here was the catch: My husband had non-small cell lung cancer, which had metastasized and he had also received platinum-based chemotherapy, but  his lung cancer was not “squamous” which is a histological subtype of non-small cell lung cancer.  He was not a candidate as he did not fit into the protocol that was needed for the approval of the administration of Opdivo.  Even so, his oncologist at Cleveland Clinic told me he would work it out. That he would get the necessary paperwork and approval and proceed to administer Opdivo to him. That he was working already with other patients who didn’t fit into that precise protocol.  But he needed to get the approval first.  So back to the hotel we went.

While staying at Weston, I constantly went to the doctors office. Called endlessly to see if he had been approved. Rafi’s health deteriorating rapidly and his pain was getting worse. They even had to put him on medical Cannabis to ease his pain.

Fortunately his family started arriving. His daughter came over to stay with her dad, whom she adored, so that I could travel to PR because both my license and passport had expired and if I didn’t renew them I wouldn’t be able to travel anymore.

So off I flew back to Puerto Rico leaving Rafi with his daughter and the nurse.

Two days later his daughter called me at midnight telling me Rafi was at the intensive care unit in Cleveland Clinic. I got on the first plane to Fort Lauderdale, got on a cab to Weston the next morning and so did his other three sons.  He was taken to the intensive care unit at Cleveland Clinic due to the fact that while he was being administered his food in  bed he had thrown up and this material had entered his lung producing an aspiration pneumonia.

I was devastated.  When I got to the intensive care unit I found him eyes closed and tubes all over.  As I approached him, he opened his eyes looked at me and smiled with that so recognizable loving smile he always gave me when he saw me. He was so happy I was there.

I cursed the moment I had left him behind. I cursed my inclination to procrastinate. I cursed the fact that I had no one to blame but myself because it was me who should have been there. We had become inseparables. He had become my son.  I could feel his pains, I knew when he was going to pass out, throw up, wet himself.  I could sense all his normal bodily functions that become malfunctions as you age and become ill. After being with him for so long I knew, I sensed him, I felt him.

Many times in the middle of the night I would instinctively jump out of bed to lift him up when I felt he was going to throw up. But no, I wasn’t there. I was renewing my passport and license which I should never have allowed to expire. I had no one to blame but myself.

Blame.  That’s all I felt for a long, very long time after he passed away.

My life with Rafi had become a full time job after I lost my job in December 31, 2014 due to the closing of the company. Sales had dropped because of the economic recession, the growing internet market which took over print and I also have to add that my priority had not been sales or my job anymore, my priority in life had been taking care of Rafi. Taking him to his doctor’s appointments, coordinating his physical therapies, making him smoothies (which was the only food he tolerated), administering his drugs, taking him out on his wheelchair so that he wouldn’t get depressed but most important of all, making sure he would hold on until Opdivo would be approved for lung cancer patients.

That night we left him with the nurse at the intensive care unit and went to the hotel. They were trying to deal with his aspiration pneumonia and he was improving.

The following day a doctor who apparently had an important position in the intensive care unit, which I later labeled “The Angel of Death”, came over to talk to us and tell us that we should not prolong his life any longer. “What?” I said. “But we are waiting for Opdivo!” “That’s only a palliative treatment”, she answered. “This will not cure him.

“No! I replied. “We’ve been waiting for Opdivo for almost a year now. It’s not a palliative treatment. I KNOW. I’ve been doing research on it for quite some time!”

For the next three days I stayed with him in his intensive care unit room, sleeping on a chair, never went back to the hotel, bathed or changed my clothes. I was not going to let anyone take him off his ventilator.

There was this nurse who was an amazing , caring human being, that would come during the night shift and told me we would get him out of this. “Of course we will I said, We need to.  We have to get him out of the intensive care unit so that he can begin his treatment!”  I waited for her to come each night. We would talk endlessly.  She would tell me I needed to get some sleep. That she didn’t want to take care of two patients in the same room.

But the “Angel of Death” came every day. Asking us to please  put him out of his misery. I truly came to the point of despising her. It had to be my decision. I was the wife. I had to give the okay for the doctors to take him out of his life support system.

For 3 days I struggled, cried, prayed and asked God for mercy. Couldn’t sleep. Watched him breathing while being under an induced coma. How can I kill my own husband?  How can I make the decision of ending the life of the man I love, who smiled at me oh so lovingly just two days ago and for heaven’s sake we were waiting for Opdivo!!!

A Cuban Dr. who was extremely supportive also told me they would cure his pneumonia. That he was slowly but surely improving.

Then after three days of family reunions, talks with the “Angel of Death” who was there every single day in the process of convincing me to make the right decision because his cancer had spread to his bones, spine, stomach, other lung, etc. That he would never again enjoy or have any good quality of life.  She told us that people who are very close to sick people, who have become their caregivers,  don’t notice the deterioration process of their loved ones.

And that’s when it hit me.

She was right.  Rafi was never going to be my Rafi again. He was never going to be able to dance. (He was a fantastic dancer)  Sing “My Way” (His favorite song).  Hug me, kiss me. Travel the world together. Go out to dinner.  Enjoy his whisky. But worst of all, he was never going to recover.  His pains would not cease.  He would be living a miserable life and he would eventually and undoubtedly die.  He deserved a dignified death as he had lived a dignified life.

Actually, I don’t know when I had become so utterly blind.   Cancer was actually doing what cancer does best, taking over mercilessly.  Killing human beings and in the process killing itself. Growing undetected. Fooling our inmune system. Taking lives. Separating loved ones. Taking over children before they have a chance to become productive adults.

That silent inner monster. Enjoying our pain with mocking eyes.

I called my oldest son, Carlos, who lives in Miami.  My son is like an old soul. When he was about to receive his first communion the lady who was preparing the children for Reconciliation told me this boy was special. That he had a direct line with God. Carlos is very keen and very objective at making decisions and very supportive in difficult times. Reminds me so much of my father…

I told him that Rafi’s family wanted to end this. That they didn’t want to see his father suffer any longer but that they were waiting for and respecting my final decision.  But I also told Carlos that I had decided I was not going to make that decision.  Rafi had to be taken out of the intensive care unit as soon as he recovered from his pneumonia.

This was my decision.

He said “Mom, do as they say. If it were my Dad I would like to have the opportunity of making that last and final decision.”

My son drove from Miami to Weston that same day. I waited until he arrived and only then did I agree for the doctors to take Rafi off his ventilator.

What came after this was truly appalling.

They took the tubes out. He struggled for air for two and a half hours. The sound of the death rattle was dreadful.  It was the most shocking trial I have ever gone through. And believe me I  survived breast cancer with 6 months of chemotherapy,  3 months of radiation, took care of my Dad who died of pancreatic cancer.  I’ve been there.  But this was way beyond anything I had  experienced in life. While no one is ever fully prepared for the imminent death of a loved one even when it is expected, as was the case, this was way beyond anything I thought I could have ever dealt with.  I went through feelings of sadness, anger, fear, guilt, anxiety.  Two of his sons and his daughter where there with me. His youngest son was playing his father’s favorite music on his iPad, crying through the ordeal.  His daughter truly amazed me with her total control of the situation.

My son and Rafi’s oldest son waited outside.

I spoke to him constantly because I knew they can still hear you. I prayed. I asked Rafi to please follow the light. We will all be okay. Your wife, I told him, (she had died in 1999, five years before I met him) is here for you,  your father, your uncle. Follow the light my love. I spoke to him for two and a half hours. Non stop.

Finally, he let out a final gurgle and passed away.  I immediately turned my head up to the ceiling, I KNEW he was there looking at all of us from above and said: “My dear and loving Rafi, I know you are here watching us. We love you. We will be okay. You don’t have to suffer anymore. You can walk again, dance sing your favorite song together with your dear old Frankie.”

I was totally devastated. How I had loved this man.  My friend,  my lover, who later became my son. How I cherished the moments together through his pain and sickness.

How I truly missed him.

After his death, my son took me back with him to Miami.  Rafi’s sons would take care of all the details and transport his body to Puerto Rico.

For days I cried, screamed while driving alone in my car.

I have had family members die but I have never felt them so close as I felt Rafi after he passed away. I could “feel” him. I could sense him in my room. I KNEW he was there. Taking care of me and trying to ease my pain.


This was us.

One day while driving my car I started to yell at him.  Asking him to give me a sign. That I needed know where he was.   That he had left me so all alone .

All of the sudden a song starts playing from my iTunes: Just Remember I Love You. A song from the 70’s by the band Firewall. These are the lyrics to it:

Just Remember I Love You”

When it all goes crazy and the thrill is gone
The days get rainy and the nights get long

When you get that feelin’ you were born to lose
Staring at your ceiling thinkin’ of your blues

When there’s so much trouble that you wanna cry
The world has crumbled and you don’t know why
When your hopes are fading and they can’t be found
Dreams have left you waiting, friends have let you down

Just remember I love you
And it’ll be alright
Just remember I love you
More than I can say
Maybe then your blues will fade away

When you need a lover and you’re down so low
Start to wonder, but you never know
When it feels like sorrow is your only friend
Knowing that tomorrow you’ll feel this way again

When the blues come callin’ at the break of dawn
Rain keeps fallin’, but the rainbow’s gone
When you feel like crying but the tears won’t come
When your dreams are dyin’, when you’re on the run

Just remember I love you
And it’ll be alright
Just remember I love you
More than I can say
Just remember I love you
And it’ll be alright
It’ll be alright
It’ll be alright
It’ll be alright

When I was hearing this unconditional love song I started to cry and thank him when all of the sudden I listen again to the fourth stanza:

When you need a lover and you’re down so low
Start to wonder, but you never know
When it feels like sorrow is your only friend
Knowing that tomorrow you’ll feel this way again

This is when I realized that it was truly Rafi who was speaking to me from another level. Rafi was quite a conservative man (a little on the jealous side) who would have never wished, ever, that I would meet someone new. And here he was telling me when you need a lover and you’re down so low…just remember I love you.

Someone who knows about life after death, told me I had to “let go”.  Rafi would not make it to another level if I didn’t. He could not bear watching me suffer. That it was better for his soul for me to let go. So I slowly and sadly started talking to him and telling him to leave. That I would be okay.


Our Wedding Day.  November 24, 2006.

Three years have gone by today.

Yes, I have thought I found love again. I still feel young, active, healthy.  I know I have a lot to give and deserve and am willing to give myself another chance.

But the love I felt for Rafi. That unconditional love which makes you want to clean, nourish, touch his wounds and be there breathing his last breath, that love, was buried with him forever.

Forever he will hold a place in my life, my mind and my soul.

And if we meet again or not, it really doesn’t matter. He was a very important part of my life on Earth.  He left my soul full of endearment, tenderness and love.

For that, I will be eternally grateful.

I loved and was loved unconditionally.

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Festive Airs by Stella Nolasco

Beauty, Fashion, Resort Living


Right out of the oven from her latest Spring/Summer magnificent fashion show, lovely dress for the Holidays.

Dress: Stella Nolasco; Makeup & Hair: Alfredo Monterola, Photo: Raquel Pérez-Puig; Location: LL


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Dealing With Grief

Dealing With Grief, Family & Friends, Healing, Health, Survival


Dealing with Grief

Remember please, if you don’t like to read about these matters just skip this post:

The last time we went to Cleveland Clinic, where my husband passed away, I travelled with a nurse who I had hired because Rafi was already very delicate and he couldn’t stand on his own two feet. It was honestly the worst trip I had done with him on my countless trips abroad. We literally had to carry him and lay him in the back seat of the car to take him to his different appointments. He had a Pet Scan done on the first day. The following day we went to the neurologist. The neurologist was a very kind man who dedicated all the time in the world to him and broke the news to us that Rafi’s cancer had spread to his bones and to many organs. This news was devastating for both of us. He started asking Rafi several questions to see how well he was coordinating his thoughts. He asked him to draw two interlocking pentagons which he tried to do to the best of his abilities and then the doctor asked him to write a sentence. Rafi wrote quite clearly: I love my wife.

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La última vez que viajé con Rafi a Cleveland Clinic, donde se complicó todo y murió, viajé con una enfermera la cual había contratado porque ya Rafi estaba muy débil y no se podía sostener en sus propias piernas. Fue el peor viaje que hice con él porque literalmente teníamos que cargarlo y acostarlo en el asiento de atrás del auto para llevarlo a sus diferentes citas médicas. El primer día se le hizo un Pet Scan y al día siguiente lo llevé a su primera cita que era con el neurólogo el cual nos dio la noticia de que el cáncer de Rafi había progresado y que literalmente ya estaba cundido. El doctor era sumamente amable y dedicado. Le hizo muchas preguntas a Rafi para ver como andaba neurologicamente hablando. Le pidió copiara dos figuras pentagonales entrelazadas y después le pidió escribiera una oración. Rafi escribió (en inglés): Amo a mi esposa.

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Practice Kindness



During a conference, if the speaker would ask attendees which of them considered themselves to be a good human being I’m sure many people would raise their hands. We always believe it’s the “other person” the one who suffers from envy, greed, ego issues, etc. We talk in third person when we are referring to flaws. We’re not born being good human beings. Kindness must be practiced. Now that I have a public fan page, for example,  ever so often people criticize me. Occasionally  they criticize my accessories, clothing, makeup, or make negative comments. How do I react?  As long their post or comment is not rude or offensive and respects my boundaries, I take a deep breath, wait a while and then I try to put myself in the other person’s shoes.  I try to provide thoughtful responses. And you know what?  On many occasions, they have been right!  More than once the situation has turned around like magic and they loosen up and answer back with respect. Tolerance must be practiced every day.  Respect others.  Acknowledge them.  Greet people, try helping the needy, give affection to older people even though you might find them a little boring, or have had a rough day.   Listen to that friend who has suffered a loss or disappointment. Kindness should be  practiced daily.  We are all so imperfect.  We should practice tolerance, goodness and compassion.

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Si en una charla o foro el moderador hace la pregunta, ¿Quién aquí es se considera una buena persona? Estoy segura de que la mayoría levantaría la mano. Siempre pensamos que el malo, el equivocado, envidioso, avaro, etc. es el prójimo. Hablamos en tercera persona cuando de defectos se trata. Pero todos, todos, tenemos nuestros enormes diablillos que escondemos a veces hasta de nosotros mismos. No se nace siendo bueno. La bondad se practica. Ahora, por ejemplo, que tengo el blog, algunas personas entran en el mismo y me critican. De vez en cuando critican mis accesorios, ropa, maquillaje. Me hacen comentarios negativos etc. ¿Qué hago? Siempre y cuando lo que me escriban lo hagan con respeto, respiro hondo, espero un rato y cuando me pongo en el lugar de la persona le contesto con dulzura y empatía. ¿Y saben qué?  ¡En muchas ocasiones han tenido razón!   La bondad hay que practicarla TODOS LOS DIAS. Ponte en el lugar del otro. Saluda, da los buenos días, ayuda a los necesitados, dale cariño a tus viejitos aunque ya te aburran un poco o tu día haya estado demasiado complicado. Escucha a esa amiga que te cansa con su lamento. La bondad se practica día a día, momento a momento. Somos completamente imperfectos. Practiquemos la bondad.

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Irreverente, Sensual y Femenina



Hace poco me invitaron a conocer la nueva fragancia de Marc Jacobs. Fue una invitación a consentirme con un atrevido estilo, lujoso diseño y una revolucionaria fragancia inspirada por una de las icónicas carteras de Marc, la “Touble Bag” una cartera pequeña, elegante y versátil. Es coqueta y a la misma vez osada. La fragancia, glamurosa, femenina, opulenta y su frasco un fashion statement.

Bag Marc Jacobs

“Trouble Bag” de Marc Jacobs. Foto suministrada por Glamour P.R.

Decadence eleva el espíritu irreverente de las fragancias de Marc Jacobs a un nuevo nivel de lujo.

Creada con la perfumista “Master,” Annie Buzantian, Decadence es una lujosa y sensual fragancia amaderada. La fragancia cautiva con su nota seductora y dominante de suculenta ciruela italiana, azafrán dorado y lirios aterciopelados. El corazón es un buqué de ricas rosas búlgaras que se fusionan con exuberantes lirios y cremososo matices de jazmín Sambac. Sensual ámbar líquido, vetiver y cálidas maderas de papiro, imparten notas secas a este símbolo de sofisticada elegancia.


Decadence muchas veces dicta la moda que voy a utilizar ya que siento una sinergía fuerte entre la fragancia y mi atuendo.  Me hace sentir atrevida, sensual pero a la misma vez glamurosa.  Usarla es toda una experiencia sensorial y completa mi estilo sofisticado pero a la vez irreverente.  Me fascina su lujoso olor a madera. Te dará la seguridad que completa tu look, sientiéndote femenina, lujosa y atrevida.



Disponible en: Nordstrom, Saks Fifth Avenue, Sears, JC Penney y Preciosa.


Above & Beyond

Beauty, Fashion

Close up look at the fabulous jewelry from Lido Jewelers. Kompulsion Boutique jeans. Nordstrom shoes. Make-up & Hair: Alfredo Monterola. Photos: Pablo Díaz


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I love this cape by our local designer Gustavo Arango.  I think it’s totally elegant and yet highly avant-garde. He is one of the best Haute Couture designers on the island and this works perfectly for me over jeans or simply over a little black dress with booties.

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Beyond Elegance: Cayleen Davies

Beauty, Events, Fashion

Foto Cayleen Davies.

Cayleen is one of the  most beautiful women I have seen.  And I’m not only talking about physical beauty.  She is an amazing human being.  She is sweet, lovable, hard-working and professional.

She has a very clean and sophisticated look.  Cayleen is a very well-known model. Although she works most of the time based from Miami and travels a lot  for her modeling assignments, she spends half of her time in Puerto Rico. She is married to Puerto Rican and loves the island.  She loves the beach, of course,  and finds  Puerto Rican women to be exceedingly elegant.  She has directed many photo sessions in Puerto Rico for different campaigns.

She recently opened her blog: and it’s been quite a success, so has her Instagram page and YouTube channel where she does tutorials to help other girls who are trying  to become models.

Because of her blog, people on the island are beginning to recognize her even though we can see posters of her at stores in Plaza las Americas and has done campaigns for many international clients that we have seen in the local magazines and newspapers.

Besides modeling, she is the co-founder of  a company called “24-7 Creative Group”, that works at creating and executing campaigns for different international clients and national brands. She also has a line of jewelry made of seeds from the Amazon that sell through the internet at:

Her style is best-appreciated in her ‘Street Style’. Very casual, modern, yet highly stylishly put together. And yes, at night she does look lovely.

Loving mother of a three-year-old.   I’m sure very soon she will take over the island by storm.

Beyond Elegance for sure.

So proud to have her on my list.

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Más Allá de la Elegancia:  Cayleen Davies

Cayleen es una de las mujeres más bellas que he conocido. Y no estoy hablando solamente de belleza física.  Es un ser humano muy especial, dulce, amorosa, y extremadamente trabajadora.

Tiene un look sofisticado e internacional.  Es quizás la razón por la cual esta modelo, nacida en North Carolina es elegida para tantas campañas alrededor del mundo.  Aunque trabaja desde Miami, Cayleen está casada con un puertorriqueño y pasa la mitad de su tiempo en la isla, a la cual adora.  Por supuesto, le fascina la playa pero también considera a la mujer puertorriqueña sumamente elegante. Está muy bien impresionada con la moda y los diseñadores de Puerto Rico.  Ha dirigido varias campañas para diferentes clientes en la isla y trabajado con modelos locales.

Recientemente abrió su blog: para ayudar a  chicas que quieran convertirse en modelos.  También tiene Instagram y su canal de YouTube con tutoriales.  Esto ha ayudado a que ya la reconozcan en Puerto Rico a pesar de que en tiendas de Plaza las Américas hay posters con su imagen, como también hemos visto anuncios con su imagen en las revistas y periódicos locales.

Además de modelo es co-fundadora de la empresa “24-7 Creative Group” empresa la cual se dedica a producir y ejecutar campañas para clientes internacionales y marcas nacionales.  También tiene su línea de joyería hecha de semillas del Amazona la cual vende por internet en:

Su estilo es mejor apreciado en su “Street Style”.  Muy casual pero a la misma vez sofisticado.  Y sí, de noche luce regia.

Amante madre de un varoncito de tres años, estoy segura que va a convertirse en un éxito en la isla.

Definitivamente más allá de la elegancia.

Orgullosa de tenerla en mi listado.


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Beyond Elegance: Laura Font

Beauty, Events, Fashion


Laura Font reminds me of me because she always has a new beginning. Always rises  like a Phoenix. She is the “Unsinkable Molly Brown” (That’s what a good friend always calls me. If you’re a millennial, google this)

Graduated with a Bachelor’s Degree in Humanities from the University of Puerto Rico, she now holds the position of marketing director at the very prestigious Saks Fifth Avenue Store at the Mall of San Juan. And they couldn’t have made a better choice. With her truly classical yet always modern look, she is the epitome of a Saks customer. Extremely polished, well-mannered, master in the social graces, Laura has always been a great representative of every important job she has held.   When she talks in public you watch her in amazement because she has mastered this skill. You can tell she knows her subject exceedingly well and her speech comes out totally effortless. Laura comes up to people as a very strong woman. An Anna Wintour style, strong as a true Iron Lady.

Yet behind this powerful woman is a very lovable soul.  She has been a volunteer for the past nine years to “Taste of the Islands”, a charitable culinary festival held yearly on the island of Vieques to raise funds for the “Reach for Success” organization, dedicated to providing scholarships to the young students in Vieques.

Truly an amazing friend.  Loving mother of Daniela and Pia who have taken after her mother’s steps and they themselves have become amazing entrepreneurs.

Her hobbies include reading, watching movies, dancing.  She enjoys good food and friends. Laura is very fond of animals, music, art, and a good conversation. Never misses a  Rafael Nadal tennis game.  Loves to  travel.  Fond of  flowers, the sun and the sea.

When I ask her who her fashion icon is she answers:  “I love fashion but It’s hard for me to choose only one designer. There is so much talent out there, so much beauty and history to choose from. I would not mind to be dressed daily by a Ralph Lauren, Yves Saint Laurent, Oscar de la Renta or Valentino. But I’m quite lucky because here in Puerto Rico, we have great fashion designers who create wonderful outfits  and represent us magnificently abroad”.

 “I like living in the Caribbean. I am proud to be Puerto Rican. I truly love my country”.

And yes, we’re so lucky to have her here.

Beyond Elegance for sure.

So proud to have her on my list.


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Más Allá de la Elegancia:  Laura Font

Laura Font me recuerda en muchas aspectos a mi misma. Siempre tiene un nuevo comienzo. Se levanta como el Ave Phoenix.  Es una especie de “Unsinkable Molly Brown” (así me llama un buen amigo. Si eres un “millenial”, google it.)

Se graduó con un bachillerato en Humanidades de la Universidad de Puerto Rico, actualmente funge como directora de mercadeo de la prestigiosa tienda Saks Fifth Avenue del Mall de San Juan.  Y no podían haber conseguido a alguien que los representara mejor porque Laura es la perfecta presonificación de la clienta de Saks.  Siempre elegante, clásica pero a la vez moderna.

Laura siempre ha sido digna representante en cualquier trabajo se ha desempeñado. Cuando la escuchas hablar en público es fascinante porque domina esta habilidad. Te das cuenta de que conoce muy bien su tema y la escuchas maravillada. Laura tiene una imágen fuerte al estilo Anna Wintour o la Dama de Hierro, Margaret Tatcher.

Ahora detrás de esta imágen de mujer fuerte tiene una muy lindo aura.  Hace 9 años que es voluntaria de “Taste of the Islands”, festival culinario benéfico que se celebra en la isla de Vieques cada año para recaudar fondos para la entidad “Reach for Success”, dedicada a proporcionar becas de estudio a jóvenes viequenses.

Tremenda amiga, dedicada madre de Daniela y Pía las cuales han terminado siendo tremendas profesionales a la altura de su mamá.

¿Sus hobbies? Leer, ir el cine, bailar, la buena mesa y los amigos. Tiene muchos intereses.  Ama a los animales, la música, el arte, una buena conversación. No se pierde un juego de Rafael Nadal, le encanta viajar, adora las flores, el sol y el mar.

Cuando le pregunto quién es su ícono en la moda me contesta:  “Me encanta la moda pero no podría escoger uno solo. Hay tanto talento, tanta belleza y tanta historia de donde escoger. No me molestaría ir vestida todo el día de Ralph Lauren, Yves Saint Laurent, Oscar de la Renta o Valentino. Pero soy afortunada porque en Puerto Rico cuento con grandes diseñadores que crean piezas maravillosas y nos representan estupendamente”.

 Le encanta ser caribeña, isleña.  Se siente orgullosa de ser puertorriqueña.  Ama a su tierra.

¡Qué suerte que la tenemos aquí!

Definitivamente más allá de la elegancia.  Orgullosa de tenerla en mi listado.


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