Pedal the Cause

I'm riding: PTC Pacer

Saturday Start time:

Sunday Start time: 8:30 am - Wave 1

Team: Powered by Hope

ID: 13275

Lifetime total: $8,375.00

I am riding In Memory of Jim Pritchard.

I am riding In Honor of Matt and Joe Brickel.


As far as I am concerned, cancer doesn't discriminate. It doesn't care about the color of your skin, your religious preference, your sex, nationality or age. It is universal!

My journey with cancer became personal around 1980. A dear friend was diagnosed with lung cancer and died shortly thereafter. In 1984, an even closer friend was diagnosed with a brain tumor and died in 1986. My best friend from high school died of breast cancer the next year. And the following year, another friend died of pancreatic cancer. In 1989, the wife of my daughter's godfather died from cancer that had spread throughout her body.

In 1990 when my youngest son, age 14, was diagnosed with rhabdomyosarcoma, I knew that all of my friends who had lost their fights with cancer would watch over my son and my entire family, as he fought bravely for two years. With the help of our special guardian angels, the best doctors and nurses, my son beat cancer. In fact, he just celebrated his 46th birthday, a wonderful day for all of us.

I wish I could say that cancer left my friends and family alone after that horrible period, but it didn't. My Dad was diagnosed and treated for prostate cancer and a few years later for colon cancer. Three of my brothers have since been diagnosed with prostate cancer as well. And my brother-in-law died of colon cancer. The list of other family members and friends who have received treatment, many of whom died, is seemingly endless.

In 2005, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I found it early. Consequently, my treatment was seemingly a walk in the park when compared to the suffering of so many friends and family.

And five years ago, my beloved husband, Jim, was diagnosed with neck cancer. After surgery, radiation and chemotherapy, we thought his cancer had been cured. We were wrong. Two years ago it was determined Jim's cancer had spread to his lungs and he would need to have chemo every three weeks. After seven months, it was determined that didn't work. So his treatment was changed to a targeted immunotherapy. It was killing the cancer but the side effects were creating problems. Jim died a year ago, five days after my oldest son had surgery for prostate cancer.

I'm tired of cancer! There has to be a cure or cures, after all not all cancers are the same or respond the same. So, as long as I can stay upright on my bike and ride in Pedal The Cause, I will. Because I believe in a world without cancer.