(Personal audio included here: F Cancer, Let's Ride)
For the past 5 years, I've sat down in front of my computer to ask you all for your support in raising money for cancer research. Every single year you show up, and I'll never be able to express what that means to me. Nothing we do would be possible without this community that we can attribute to our guy, Davey.
Cancer is personal. It always has been.
It got even more personal when my Dad called this past September to say a mass was found on his CT scan. I'll never forget where I was when he called. I'll never forget the feeling of pure terror that overcame my body. When my mom was undergoing chemotherapy in the fall of 2011, I wasn't able to process how scary it all was. This time around, it was as if I was experiencing the fear in two fold.
I am so lucky they are here. Both of my parents are living proof going into year 6 of riding the PMC, and that is a gift. Thank you for letting me come back here every year. Thank you for being here for me in the scariest moments. Every single family deserves to be surrounded by living proof.
Let's make it fucking happen.
In the words of my Dad, let's (fucking) ride team!
Keep the faith,
Eliza
