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May 20, 2020 5:15:10 PM
I lost my husband, Mario, two years ago to pancreatic cancer. He was the fire chief of the Watertown Fire Department for 13 years and served the department for 29.
Read Blog PostMay 13, 2020 3:07:17 PM
In early 2017 our mom was diagnosed with breast cancer and after a short month of relief she was back to battling metastatic breast cancer. Over the past three years we have watched her endure countless tests, multiple rounds of chemo, clinical trials, and a handful of surgeries while always continuing to fight.
Read Blog PostMay 6, 2020 6:18:04 PM
Although, I have been a Cyclist for the past 40 years this is the 1st year I will be riding the PMC. Like many of you, the scourge of cancer has either threatened me personally or someone near and dear to me. Indeed, on the day I registered to ride this year's PMC, 2 close friends related to me ongoing battles with the disease. .jpg?width=300&name=Wilder%20Mid%20April%20(3).jpg)
Apr 29, 2020 12:46:24 PM
This was in 2000 and I was doing well until just after the first waterstop when my rear wheel suddenly locked up. I had to vault off the bike to keep from falling and I thought that was quite the athletic move. The road crew could not fix it and they took me back to the rest stop. I waited and one mechanic did something but when I started to ride, I knew it was not right and I had to go back. A second mechanic worked on it and I tried again to no avail. I went back and now there was only one mechanic left. He took the whole wheel apart and there were ball bearings lying on an oily rag. He said he was not sure he could fix it but I said he had to- this was my first time and I had raised $8500 and I absolutely had to do this ride. After he got it back together, I looked around and the rest stop was totally empty. No riders and the waterstop was closing up. I thought to myself, oh boy this is my first PMC, there are 4000 riders and I am dead last.
Read Blog PostApr 15, 2020 5:59:54 PM
Cancer really does wreak. My family has dealt with it way too much. Thanks to DFCI, my
husband has overcome Stage IV Colon Cancer with Liver Metastasis--he beat it with flying colors, but the battle was long. My mother-in-law was not as fortunate with her battle against lung cancer, but she fought it to the end. And now, I have joined Team 3G, a team started by a friend whose husband is currently battling lung cancer--and he is NOT a smoker! His sister, also a nonsmoker, is battling the same vicious disease! Their battles are real. Cancer doesn't discriminate--it affects all of us in one way or another. We need a cure! More research money is needed for a disease that too many of us think is just from smoking--it can affect any of us! Far too many patients with lung cancer are not smokers, nor ever have been. 
Apr 8, 2020 5:26:07 PM
A cold rain fell as I recently stood before my parents’ headstone. My mother died in 2007, my 
father in 2012. The grass had grown over the edges of the plaque commemorating my father’s service in the Second World War. He was 20 years old in 1944 when he disembarked in Cherbourg and fought the Nazis across France, Belgium and the Netherlands. By comparison, at that age I was safely ensconced at a peaceful college in Connecticut. He lived in fear, slept in cold, wet foxholes and dodged bullets; I studied accounting.
