My first Ride

2016-06-15  |  Personal |  Posted by: Kenzie Broddy

KenzieBroddy-BlogCollage.jpgMy mom signed up for the Ride to Conquer Cancer in 2010. We got her a bike and away she went, out on the road to train for the event. Her tenacity to succeed was tireless. She wanted it so bad. One evening over dinner, I remember she burst into tears, “I just can’t do it,” she said in frustration, “I get winded just by riding down the street to the stop sign.” It was unreasonable to believe a woman who was training for an event like this one, couldn’t make it down the street anymore. Doctors would later tell her that winded feeling was the result of her symptoms pointing to stage four Ovarian cancer.
On Sunday, I stood at the Ride finish line in Niagara Falls for the first time and witnessed rider after rider complete an amazing feat of strength and endurance . I watched, listened to and felt the support of thousands of family members, friends and strangers. Their tireless cheers echoed a comforting reminder that we are not alone in this fight.
Walking through the sea of riders, I became aware that all of us shared the same common thread: a connection to cancer and the hope to crush it. I spoke with several participants and asked them, why they were there? To them, the one year of training, the fundraising and the 200 kilometres of cycling through various degrees of deafening winds, heat and , in the past, rain made perfect sense. It all circled back to the same mission we have, to conquer cancer in our lifetime.   
I couldn’t help but think about my mom and how much she wanted to be a part of this Ride. I thought about her battle and all the others who have lost their lives to this disease, including my mom. As the sun beamed down on beautiful Niagara Falls, I looked around at an incredible vision of humanity and thought, she would have really loved today.