Like so many of you, cancer has touched our family in too many ways.
In 2010, when our twins Max and Sam were five years old and our youngest Gabriel was three, my wife Joelle was diagnosed with breast cancer.
Joelle endured surgery, extremely nasty chemotherapy, and two more surgeries. I still can't think of her taking Max and Sam to their first day of kindergarten, her body fully showing the effects of chemo, without tearing up. Her fight was part of our kids' childhood; Max even used to skate with a pink ribbon on his helmet.
She's now coming up on her 14-year anniversary and is healthy, stunning, a successful business owner and a loving mom. Joelle was treated in facilities supported by and benefited from research funded by The Jimmy Fund and the PMC. I feel a very deep and personal debt to these organizations.
My son Max and I are riding the PMC this year to help raise funds to support those who are fighting now as well as those who will have to fight in the future. It's personal and it's going to be a battle. We aren't bikers.
But I am a mathematician, and I figure it's only about 100,000 pedal rotations to knock this thing off. If I can hit my fundraising goal that's about ten cents for each one. About $10 a minute.
It might be miserably hot. At some points it will be steeply uphill. But for $10 a minute, for the current and future patients, for Joelle, I'll get it done.
I hope you'll be willing and able to support my ride and, more importantly, the patients and caregivers who still have their own fights to fight.
