Cheeky&Candid with Sascha

06/02/2026

Moments that made May 🐝

05/27/2026

Thank you I am spoiled and so grateful 🫶 and local

05/27/2026

Let’s talk about something uncomfortable.

Because sometimes the things we don’t talk about are the very things that need light the most.

Sexual harassment in healthcare happens.

It happens to therapists.
It happens behind closed treatment room doors.
It happens in comments disguised as jokes.
It happens in “accidental” touches.
It happens in the moments where a professional is expected to stay polite, calm, and caring - even when a boundary has clearly been crossed.

And here is the candid part: being in a caring profession does not mean accepting behaviour that makes someone feel unsafe.

At Capture, safety is not just a policy. It is part of our design.

It is in the way we build our clinics.
Doors that do not lock during treatment.
Handles that are easy to grab.

Spaces designed with visibility, accessibility, and exit in mind.

Processes that allow our team to speak up, ask for support, and remove themselves from situations that do not feel right.

Because protecting healthcare workers does not happen by accident.

It happens when we are willing to say: this matters.
It happens when we design spaces with people in mind.
It happens when we believe our team the first time they say something felt wrong.

We must talk about hard things without pretending they are not hard.

So here is the conversation opener:

A treatment room should be a place of trust.
For the patient.
For the therapist.
For everyone.

Respect the room.
Respect the profession.
Respect the person.

Care requires trust - and trust requires safety. Please be kind to your care teams.

05/13/2026

so grateful 🥹 .therapeutics

05/09/2026

05/09/2026

A year ago, I wasn't sure how many more hits I could take.

Six months ago, I was fighting for my life in a hospital bed, while leading Capture.

This past Thursday, I walked into a room to celebrate Atlantic Canada's leaders and get my final year in - and somewhere between "pelvic health" and "healthcare innovator" my team started erupting at our table, realizing this final moment was ours. I left in shock and gratitude - honestly, still processing it. Going in, I'd convinced myself this was my Hall of Fame year. Fifth win. Retire from these awards. Done. But no, Top Atlantic Canada's Top CEO for 2026!

Because it was the last time, I invited my parents. Then my daughter's handball game got cancelled, so she came. An extra ticket through my Wallace McCain Institute - WMI Family put my son at the table beside me. And Tanya Chapman (congrats on YOUR HOF year) made room for my daughter at hers. Thanks to my TEC Canada fam and showing me what is possible!

Here's the thing about awards: they have one name on them. The work has hundreds. To my team at Capture Therapeutics - Grand Falls, Capture Therapeutics - Truro, NS, Capture Therapeutics - Kedgwick, Capture Therapeutics - Grand Falls, Capture Therapeutics - Woodstock- every crewmate who chose care over ego, every leader who chose solutions over blame, every person who stayed when leaving would have been easier: this is yours. Full stop. We are making waves 🌊🫶🏼.

To the mentors - Jol Hunter, for calling me every week for 7-15 minutes to keep me focused on the North Star through every wave that threatened to take us out. To the ones who backed me before there was proof: thank you for being early and believing my vision & stubbornness was enough.

To my husband, Dan, the first person to tell me to bet on myself - I'm so sorry I forgot you in my improvized speech. To my mom-in-law: you held my babies so I could build this. You ran toward our family every time I ran toward a meeting, a clinic opening, a hard decision that wouldn't wait. There is no Capture without you two.

Work ethic from dad, committing to an industry from mom. To Jake Augustine, for his win and a friendship I value deeply. To Ali Gallant, for the laughther through the journey that lets me show up as my best self. And to Amy Schneider, who's guided me through the toughest storms.

The mission hasn't changed. Atlantic Canada doesn't need more ego in healthcare. It needs more humanity, more collabs, and the operational courage to bridge public, private, and non-profit instead of letting silos win.

We are just getting started - and look forward to the voyage ahead. If you want to talk healthcare, pelvic health, or just follow our journey – find me at Cheeky&Candid with Sascha cheekyandcandid on IG – because helping others build something meaningful through honest conversation is part of what I do every week, raw and candid. 🩵

Congrats to all the award winners Thursday night! I know what it takes to be in the entrepreneurial ring. Thank you to the sponsors and especially to Atlantic Business Magazine for highlighting the people behind the work in Atlantic Canada. I look forward to sharing more once this settles in. Thank you and Special thanks to Chafe, Hutton and the judges for this honor - Bell, Fairweather, Kevin Kiley, K.C., ICD.D, Kendra MacDonald, and Terry Malley 🫶🏼 - you have no idea how much this means to us at this time.

03/19/2026

For two years, I did not grieve you.

Not really.
I stayed busy.
I kept moving.

I worked. I pushed. I filled every corner of my life so there was no room for stillness, because stillness might have meant feeling the full weight of losing you. I think part of me was pretending you were still somewhere nearby, just in another room, still somehow within reach.

No matter how much I pushed through, I could never function in my usual way as the anniversary approached. My body knew what my mind refused to hold. Something in me would tighten, dim, quiet. I could work, but not fully breathe. I could keep going, but not with ease.

Then, in the middle of other hard and intense moments in my life, someone I trust told me to walk away for a week. Work from somewhere else. Take the kids. Go to a cabin. Make the most of small moments.

So I did.

And somehow, in a cabin in the woods, surrounded by firewood, daily chores, silence, children, and the slow unraveling of winter into spring, grief found me.

Not as chaos.
Not as collapse.
Just honestly. Quietly. Fully.

By the fire. In the quiet. In the woods. In the space I had refused to give myself. Surrounded by my children, by silence, by nature, by a softer rhythm of life, late night hours catching up on work after the kids slept soundly, I finally let myself feel the loss of you.

In the stillness that had been missing. In the strange mercy of not having to interact with the world. I filled it with all the things we loved and shared together intentionally.

And somehow, it also felt like celebrating your life.

There is something sacred in this week now. I still work, but differently. I am wrapped in warmth (the kids would say too much warmth, literally), tucked away in a cabin, living my introvert dream, not performing for the world, not rushing to meet it at every turn. I give my children more of me. I give myself more air. And I give grief a place to exist without fighting it.

Maybe that is the lesson.

That sometimes grief does not ask to be conquered.
It asks for space.
A different setting.
A softer grip.
A week where the world is allowed to wait.
And maybe that is why I return.

Because for one week, I let life become smaller and truer. I work, yes - but differently. I listen more. I hide a little. I rest in the quiet. I let the fire burn low and then build it back up again. I let the kids lead me into wonder. I let myself feel what I could not feel before.

And somewhere in all of that, you do not feel farther away.
You feel woven in.

Gentle Reminder to my fellow business owners: Entrepreneurs are exceptionally good at staying busy, but busy can become a hiding place when we do not want to feel what is asking for our attention.

03/15/2026

My babies on their way yesterday 😂 couldn't wait to see him. This man keeps us laughing and these kids think this is the cringiest video ever 🤣- teen years ahead.

03/02/2026

Feeling pretty damn honoured to be featured as an ambassador for Women in Business New Brunswick this year 😊🩵🌊

For a girl from rural New Brunswick, this one hits home.

I’ve built this path with grit, heart, big risks, a few bruises, and a deep belief that women belong in every room where decisions are made — not as guests, but as forces. (RBG forever 💪)

I’m proud to keep showing up - for my team, my community, my family, and for the next generation of women who need to see that leadership can be bold, feminine, messy, brilliant, empathetic and still deeply kind.

Thank you to Women in Business NB for this feature, and for continuing to champion women across our province.

We’re not waiting for a seat anymore.

We’re building better tables. 💙

02/16/2026

Darcy & Jer - thank you for the Moncton show this past weekend! 🫶

Comedy shows are my thing - they fully capture my attention, but this one left my neurospicy brain feeling seen, calmer, and genuinely proud.

Because the reflection hit hard: so many kids (and adults) spend their lives getting “fixed” by environments that don’t fit them.

Bad at math? “Get a tutor.”
Can’t sit still? “Try harder.”
Too sensitive? “Toughen up.”

But what if that kid isn’t broken, what if they’re the next Van Gogh… and the world just hasn’t learned their language yet? What if strengthening their superpowers and invested in what they are great at, instead of the above.

As a parent, and as someone who’s led a healthcare company through the hardest seasons of the last five years, I found you both during the pandemic when I needed pure laughter after long days. And I didn’t realize back then how much your humour would become more than a laugh, it became a reset button. A reminder that laughter can mend more than we give it credit for.

You’ve reminded me, post after post, that “neurospicy” isn’t a flaw to manage, it’s a superpower to understand. That coping tricks + acceptance + safe spaces don’t just help our kids… they change the entire temperature of a home, a classroom, a workplace, a relationship.

Also… can we talk about how many CEOs are quietly neurospicy, the research is wild? 😅

The creativity. The pattern-spotting. The intensity. The hyperfocus. The “I will build a whole empire at 2am because I can’t stop thinking” energy.

So thank you @ and , for the laughs, for the truth, and for the reminder to stop asking our kids to be smaller so the room can be more comfortable.

Let them shine where they’re strong, and watch what confidence does. ✨