During the ceremony that followed Sunday's Boston Brain Tumor Ride, Committee Chair Steven Branfman asked the crowd to pause for a minute of silence. A full minute, he said, to contemplate why we were all there. So, as cowbells clanged the last cyclists in on a gorgeous sun-dappled day, I thought about the inspiring people I've met, in person and virtually, in the last three months, like Karin Mallory and her dad and Lindsay Newberry and Noonefights a Lone and Fran Cissna Butler, to name a few. For so long I felt ashamed of having had brain cancer, but they have made me feel proud for having endured it.
Though I was wearing a T shirt that crassly showed an image of my book cover, I realized my story was just one of many and the only difference was that I had the luxury of time to get it all down. I felt intensely lucky for that, and lucky, too, to have survived intact, lucky to be able to take on the 25-mile course, and to feel that blissful exhaustion that followed. So thanks, Donna Doherty, for indirectly making this happen, and to the Massachusetts Brain Tumor Society for a pretty great day.