Watching a family member, slowly be taken from this world by cancer, is one of the hardest
I’ve watched this scene far too many times before. I know more than I ever wanted to about various cancers and their outcomes. I carry the names of those I ride for on my bike. This year that number rose to 100. Half are family, half are friends. I remember my mantra… I ride for the angels above us, and the warriors among us. I ride for hope, for change, for a cure.
I returned to PMC Unpaved to tackle the Eagle route, because I hate cancer with every fiber of my being. One friend said it best last year, “It doesn’t matter how tough the 50 is, it can’t be worse than what a cancer patient goes through.” Truth. I love the camaraderie, the intimate camp feeling, the fireside chats, the s’mores, and the beautiful scenery. I came back because I am committed to De-Feet-ing Cancer.