Cancer is a monster that serves a unique purpose. It connects every individual in this world. Everyone knows someone who has been impacted by cancer. And everyone’s story is different. Early on, my story primarily deals with losses that most directly affected my parents and their immediate families. My dad’s family endured a great loss growing up when his 7-year-old sister’s life was cut short after falling victim to stage 4 leukemia. When I was 2 years old, my grandfather’s life was ended as lung cancer ran away with his final breaths. My brother’s soon to be God Mother battled breast cancer during years in which I was much too young to understand what was happening. In middle school, cancer began to become more prevalent in my life. A dear family friend with a brain tumor, my close friend’s mom being diagnosed with breast cancer, another close friend’s aunt passing away from ovarian cancer. My mom’s sister died in 2015 from a lung cancer recurrence. Her battle with the disease lasted for nearly a decade. Cancer has the power to tighten its grip around any person of its choosing. The suffering it inflicts is relentless, and its ability to turn a family’s world upside down has no bounds. It is a terrible truth that we each have our own story about how cancer has affected our life.
I have a deep love for the joy, boldness, and virtue of children. I entered college with the intention of going onward to medical school to become a pediatric oncologist. But my battle against cancer begins now.
I ride for those who lost their battle.
I ride for those who won.
I ride for those who are still fighting.
I ride to feel a fraction of cancer patient’s pain. To be physically, mentally, and emotionally pushed to my limits.
I ride for hope of a cancer free world.
To Alaska and back.
If you would like to help me reach my goal, please consider donating to my ride and sharing my page with anyone who would be interested in supporting this cause. Every dollar counts. Thank you so much!!!