Cancer.
Just one single simple word
Can rock your world completely--turning it
Upside down, spiraling on and on, with no sign of stopping.
Where did my dad go wrong? Something he ate? did? didn't do?
He's doing better , but there have been some rough days, even months
When he can't even move, a prisoner to a bed and to a cell within his mind.
We visit daily when that happens. I just need to be with him, know that he'll be
Okay in the end. He tells me there's hope. His clinical trials are the best around.
But Dana-Farber has some tricks up their sleeves. 37-million-dollar-a-year tricks.
192 miles, 5000 cyclists. Committed. My dad is one of them.
After months in the hospital, he will get on his bike and cross the state, soaring
Freely across miles and miles of open air, fighting for a cure with his wheels.
I stand at the starting line, 5:30AM, with tears in my eyes. They're riding
For him, riding to cure my dad, cure all the loved ones that we think of
With the collective heart and the soul of this beautiful community.
"Thank you," my giant sign reads. Thank you for everything,
For cycling toward Bourne, and Provincetown, and
A cancer-free world. Cycling in order to
Cure cancer forever.
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