I ride for my mom, for cancer patients, their families, and for hope.
In 2012 my family was shocked to discover that my mom's previously diagnosed runner's pneumonia was actually lung cancer. Even today I haven't completely comprehended what all has happened, much less did then 12 year old me. It simply just didn't make sense. I didn't even know what exactly cancer was except the fact that it changed everything. It took 1/3 of my mom's lung, our peace of mind, our security and could possibly take my mom. Doctors discovered that her type of cancer would continuously genetically reproduce and her only option was to try to maintain it. There was literally nothing we could do. We were powerless.
“Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him;
I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
He will call on me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble,
I will deliver him and honor him.
With long life I will satisfy him
and show him my salvation"
Psalm 91 is my mom's favorite and it perfectly expresses how she endured. There is no other way to tell the story. Jesus saved her. There is no way she could have gone 4 years without treatment with her aggressive case, receive one surgery, and be cancer free for three years now. He is our only hope.
Biking to Alaska will not cure cancer. However, the actions taken, the money raised, and the hope ignited for cancer patients and their families will be a step in the direction to cure cancer. I don't want other families to have to go through what mine did. I don't want families suffering to lack hope. I don't want to sit by and do nothing. I ride because we all have to do something, whatever that may look like, to fight for a cure.