I lost my wife to NET cancer in 2010.

People say you get over such a loss. Almost 10 years later, I'm still waiting for that to happen. I tear up in the grocery store. I tear up when I go for a walk. I tear up when I get on my bike. We used to do those things together. Now, mostly, I do them alone.

But I'm not out for vengeance. I don't do what I do because it makes me feel better. I gave up on both those things a long time ago. I ride the PMC because I want to keep what happened to us from happening to anyone else.

I know what NET cancer looks like. I've seen the death sentence it carries out on someone's body. And I know what watching that happen does to the spouse who carries on afterward.

When I get on the bike in August, I'll be 68. It will be less than two weeks from the 10th anniversary of my wife's diagnosis. It will be just over four months short of the tenth anniversary of her death.

I'll stop riding when my body won't let me anymore--or when we have a cure for every cancer there is. Please help it be the second rather than the first. Please give what you can.