On the anniversary of my mother’s death from renal cancer some 11 years ago I am reminded that at age 70 her life was cut short based on the life expectancy we are experiencing today. I can thank my mother for me never smoking because when I was a teen she offered me $300 dollars if I didn’t smoke by my 21st birthday. $300 was a lot of money back then considering that I washed dishes at Jones Beach for $1.25 an hour. Of course there were other addictions she didn’t warn me about but those I would have to live and die through on my own.
So it is with more impetus than I had originally expected I find myself at the Cycle for Survival event in Roslyn this Saturday and you can bet that my mom will be in my thoughts in every other pedal stroke. And in between will be dedicated to those I know and don’t know that are living through the big C right now. Yes I will be blogging about it but I know that the energy will feel like I have wings.
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