I am a father.
I am a son.
I am a cyclist.
I am a cancer survivor.
I am a myriad of things.
I am one of you.
I RIDE TO LIVERiding is my therapy. It is my happy place. Riding makes me feel vital. Riding makes me feel virile.
Riding makes me feel alive.
On my bike I have wept for joy.
On my bike I have wept from suffering.
I have whooped with delight.
I have screamed my angst.
I RIDE TO BE ME
On my bike I learn my truths.
I pray to the Divine; and I hear It answer.
I dive deep within, and I emerge enriched.
MY STORY IS TYPICALIn July 2006 I was diagnosed with testicular cancer (nonseminoma Stage IIB) the day before my 38th birthday. Two surgeries proved successful, and I am here today as a survivor.
NO ONE EXPECTS CANCER
We live our lives. When I was diagnosed, my youngest daughter was five months old and I had just started a new job. I never expected cancer.
IT CAN HAPPEN TO ANYONEConsider:
- 1.4 million Americans are expected to be diagnosed with cancer this year.
- 560,000 Americans are expected to die from cancer this year, or more than 1,500 per day.
- Nearly 1 in 2 men and 1 in 3 women will develop cancer during their lifetime.
THERE IS HOPEMore than 10 million cancer survivors live in the United States today.
I am one of them.