Cancer invaded my body when I least expected it, because that’s what cancer does. In 2012, after taking a few years off my bike to make new humans (now 4 and 6) I made a decision to get back into cycling, back to my pre-mommy body. And I did it with vigor! In 2013, I rode 4,500 miles including six or seven century rides. I have to say I was amazed at how quickly I got strong and fit. The following year, I pushed myself even harder. I accomplished 5,500 miles including a few races, and 12 century rides, a few of which were back to back. And I rode at a pace I never thought my body was capable of. I felt awesome! I was strong, fit, confident and fast. I was at the pinnacle of my physical fitness. I was inspired and wondered what 2015 would have in store for me. How could I top such a phenomenal year on my bicycle? How much stronger could this body of mine become? What great adventures and new friends would cycling bring into my life next, as it has already opened so many doors and opportunities for me? These were the questions I was asking myself. I was thrilled with excitement and anticipation. At that moment, it seemed as though I had everything I could ever want: a wonderful supportive husband, two beautiful healthy sons, a job in the cycling industry, a growing women’s cycling club that I had founded three years prior, and I had a passion – cycling! And that’s when I found it. The lump. In my breast. Just two days before my 40th birthday. Forty marks the age when women “should” begin getting annual mammograms. Well for me, it was already too late.
With gratitude, | ||
Monique Gipps |