Rest in Peace, Cliff.

From e-mail group:

“I am saddened to confirm what many have heard.  Our friend Cliff Davis died early this morning.  I’m told that he collapsed early in the Tour de Cashiers ride of what appeared to be cardiac arrest and could not be revived.  Although he was riding the tandem with Lisa at the time, Lisa was not injured. As I hear more details, I will pass them along.  If you get information about arrangements or hear of any way we can assist the family, please contact me. I will spread the word among the many people who rode with Clif and valued his friendship.  And the many cyclists who love Lisa and will stand by her during this difficult time. Their two daughters, Molly and Anna, and Lisa’s parents are either with Lisa or on their way.  Please keep the family in your thoughts and prayers.”

Keep Lisa and the kids in your prayers.  Cliff was a great guy, and will be sorely missed by those he cycled with and anyone whose path he crossed.  We lost a good one today.

Training the Kids Right

I love my girls.  They’re so cool to hang out with and I enjoy watching them grow up.  So… what should I do so I can watch them more often?  Teach them how to work on bikes.  That’s right… I’m training my girls to be r0ck-star bike mechanics.  Here’s proof:

I love those two little girls.

Time To Fight.

It’s probably been pretty noticeable that I’ve been absent from blogging for the past week or so.  It’s been a bit of a rough week for myself and my family.  Here’s the story:

Late last week, my Mom went to the doctor.  She had been having some pains in her breast, which were attributed to cysts for the past year.  The pain had finally become so unbearable, she visited the doctor again to get them checked out and taken care of.  When she went to the doctor, they found something else in her breast, but weren’t sure what it was.  Tests were done and results were to come on Tuesday.

Tuesday rolls around and Mom calls me with the results.  She’s got breast cancer.  Specifically, Invasive Ductal Carcinoma.  I didn’t quite know what that meant at the time, but I knew that any type of cancer is a bad thing.  Mom said that the doctors had another appointment for her on the 29th to talk more about treatment and how they were going to proceed.

It was kind of a tough blow to get, but instantly, I switched from fear mode, while awaiting news of the tests, to fighting mode, once I knew what the diagnosis was.  I went to the downtown pharmacy, picked up a greeting card for Mom, and sent it, along with a LIVESTRONG bracelet to her, next day air.  She had specific instructions to wear the bracelet, for me, and that she was to fight this disease as hard as she could.

I’m not going to lie and say that I haven’t shed a tear about this situation.  My Mom is one of my best friends in the world.  We’re extremely close and we talk on the phone almost every day.  She was my biggest supporter when I joined the Marines, and has supported me 110% in almost everything that I’ve ever done.  To think of the idea of losing her to a disease like this… it’s hard.  This is why we will fight.

Mom’s going to do some chemotherapy to try and shrink the tumor, as well as contain it.  She’ll probably be doing that every three to four weeks for about 4-6 months.  At that point, they’ll probably do surgery to remove the rest.  It really depends on how all that goes as to what happens, really.  It’s all up in the air.

In order to fight it on my own, I think I might do one of the LIVESTRONG Challenge rides to help raise money to fight cancer alongside other folks who have a passion for seeing an end come to this dreaded disease.  There are several locations for the ride, including Philadelphia and Austin, TX, and you have to raise some money to make it happen, but I think I’m going to give one of them a go and have my own personal fight, at the same time my Mom fights her battle.

That’s all I’ve got for now.  Still wrapping my mind around this and trying to stay on task with work and stuff.  More to come later.  I’ll let everyone know where to donate when I get started with the fundraising.  Thanks.

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