During the spring of 2015, like so many before me, cancer entered my world. Even though I knew better, I thought I was immune. I thought cancer was something I read about, something I heard about, something I could keep at a safe distance. But we all know that isn't how cancer works. Cancer is dogged, ferocious and undiscerning. That summer cancer fractured my world with a phone call from one of my dearest friends. Her voice almost indistinguishable with the terror and grief only a parent can endure. She called from the Barbara Bush wing at Maine Medical Center and at first, I could only make out three impossible words: Addy had cancer.

The next year was a whirlwind and Addy fought cancer and her family and community rallied. We all did our part to support Addy's fight; Packing refrigerators, organizing fundraisers, childcare, day trips to Boston. The concrete tasks of survival. Addy won her fight against cancer after receiving treatment Dana-Farber Cancer Institute's Jimmy Fund Clinic for MDS (Myelodysplastic Syndrome) - a form of Leukemia that affects only four in one million people. After her victory, I realized I had to do more. If Addy could fight off a monster like cancer I could do things that terrify me. Things like raising $5,000 (I'm an introvert and get scared talking to people), ride a bike (last time I rode I hooked my front tire onto my husband's back tire and ended up in a ditch) and ride 200 miles over two days (I seriously would so much rather be sitting on the couch watching Sister Wives). Please support me in my ride with the goal of ultimately eradicating cancer from our world.

I'm a proud supporter of the PMC because it is leading a charge to beat cancer. In fact, last year 100% of rider-raised revenue went directly to support the Jimmy Fund and Dana-Farber Cancer Institute's tireless commitment to finding a cure.