My rolling couch, my chariot, my salvation…and just try to catch me😉

I’ve been told that I’m stubborn. I don’t see it.

Maybe it has to do with my resistance to getting a handicap placard for my car. That took 2 years of shlepping through parking lots before I caved. We would go shopping, the parking lot would be full and we would park far away from the stores. The best part was while I was making my way to the store, I saw a perfectly healthy family park in a handicap spot. Time was wasted because I wouldn’t conceed that I’m the tortoise and not the hare that I used to be.

I refused to use a cane until I broke 2 fingers, and then I refused to admit they were broken. My finger swelled with a beautiful ring made of platinum, which had to be cut off my finger (they wore down the blade cutting that anniversary gift off).

But it was the car that really crushed my dreams of being “normal”. My right foot doesn’t work very well, and the the MRI shows us why… its dark, and apparently all the cells that occupy that space are on strike. Once again I thought I would be fine…. Until I ran into the back wall of our garage.... but not before crushing two bikes. Here’s a good question: We have a 3 bay garage ...why put the bikes in my stall!? So I had the car converted to a left hand drive. (Breath easy....you’re safe)

And finally the bike. I loved riding. I met my husband riding. I found the land where our house now sits while riding. My biggest tantrum was when I realized I couldn’t ride my road bike. That’s not a moment I’m proud of. Everyone told me I should try a recumbent. You mean the adult version of a tricycle? But I’m a prideful woman! That summer went by as I watched riders go by our house . Envy would be seeping from my pores.

It took just the right person who could massage my ego. Thank you, Jared, for making triking cool😎. That gorgeous piece of carbon fiber has brought me so much joy. I can now bike with my family. It allows me to be outside and breath hard, get adrenaline rushes, and see the world. It makes me feel normal.

For those who see me on the road, I look anything but normal. And here’s how much I love it, I don’t care! I’ll be out there riding every day the weather is tolerable. It reminds me that I’m not dead yet! I will ride my way through cancer until I can’t.... and then I better be dead🤪