This has been a year of suffering for so many in so many different ways.  And through it all, oblivious to the pandemic, cancer has continued to ravage new victims, while those already living with it have faced the daunting new burden of isolation.  My mother is one of the latter.  She’s 91, with stage IV lung cancer, and she’s a trooper. She so soldiered on through the last year with a mask on, following all the COVID protocols. Then in February, 4 years after her initial diagnosis, she learned the oral chemotherapy she was on was no longer doing its job. Well, hell. With courage and dignity, she stopped treatment. My sister Ginny and I don’t know what this means for my mother, but we do know what it means for her oncology team - it means they hit a roadblock. 

We must keep riding until a cure is found and that roadblock is cleared for others. 

 Please consider contributing to my 2-day ride. Shaking up this rusty body to ride close to 200 miles in 2 days after a year and a half of quarantine doesn’t hold a candle to what my mother does every single day.

With love and gratitude.

Closer by the mile!

xox

Jody