Well last night was my first real breakdown. I don't know why, but all of a sudden the thought of the operation is scaring the crap out of me. The thought of waking up in a hospital bed with a tube down my through scares the piss out of me.
I know it will all be ok, just very unerving not knowing. Funny, the cancer doesn't scare me, just the operation and the recovery.
Well last few days I've been scrambling trying to get "The Initiative" up and some semblence of running. Alot of friends and family have stepped up to offer to help with fundraisers and web stuff. Thanks everyone! We'll make this happen.
I sent out a few sponsor request forms for some racing equipment and got alot of "Good luck. Wish we could help but our sponsorship dollars are tapped out"
I love these companies that say "results aren't everything, we want great ambassadors and grassroots riders" but then can't help out people by offering some help with product because their big race teams ate their "budget". OK rant is over.
If anyone out there knows of a shop or comapny willing to donate stuff, let me know. I'm in the need of an XL 29er frame...
Later today I'll post about what got me into the doctor.
Todd...so many friends have sent you and us their thoughts! Parenthood never ends! You're scared when your child first rides a bike, the car driving thing keeps you up at night, college/booze/girls all make you wonder, but not want to know...and then they move away and start their own family...yet they continue to be that little guy who you've constantly told to "keep your eye on the ball...use two hands to catch"...Yes, life happens and you still feel the fear for your child; fear framed in hope and cushioned by the love and thoughts of so many others! Love ya Kiddo!....your Pop
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