F#(&ing Hell

​Well, that didn’t last long. This summer of normalcy, riding, and just living has been derailed once again by fucking cancer. 

If you’re following the Boi over on his Caring Bridge page, then you know what’s going on, but if not here’s a quick synopsis. 

After routine scans, some small cancer spots were found in his lung, lymph nodes, and upper arm. We are now in full-on fuck cancer mode.  

After a wonderful month+ of being able to ride my bike and be kinda normal as a family, the news of a re-recurrence derailed it all.  We had some appointments and what not before the end of May, then I and my Lovely headed over to Sheridan for the 10th annual Dead Swede.  Hard to believe it’s been 10 years since Cleaver and I did that 40 miler, in the inaugural race, so, SO hungover. I’ve not done it hungover since, so with age comes wisdom I guess, but I was 45 when I did the first one, so you’d think I would have known better than that by then.

Meeting the support crew during the Dead Swede. 

The month of June was a LOT of appointments, including a somewhat rushed trip to the Dana Farber Cancer Institute in Boston, so riding was on the back burner.  I got a few good ones in, but not a lot, so while I didn’t regress, I didn’t progress on my fitness and being ready for the Dakota Five-O at the end of the summer. 

I’m figuring out the right balance of helping the Boi and getting some riding in, so hopefully July will be more productive than June.  

But either way, whether I get less/same/more riding in this month, one thing remains the same.  FUCK CANCER.