Saturday, August 28, 1999
Dear Dairy,
My Race against cancer was hard, but it didn’t stop me from racing. I didn’t just jump back into racing and win. There were a lot of ups and downs, however this time I didn't give the lows a chance to get to me. In 1999, I went on to win the Tour de France, but my victory over cancer has meant the most to me because of how it helped me develop as a human being.
My When I was twenty-five, I was insisted to have testicular cancer. I was given an under forty-percent possibility of surviving, and honestly some of my specialists were simply being kind.
My career stopped. The months of chemotherapy were debilitating. I thought I'd never have the potential to get back on a racing bike. There were times I was so …show more content…
In the fall of 1997, I passed the one-year sign of recuperation. At long last I made my mind: I would strive to race once more. It was a disaster. I managed to finish only fourteenth in the first professional race of my rebound. I was usual to driving, not completing fourteenth.
After two weeks I entered the Paris-Nice, an eight-day difficult trip famous for its rough and rude stormy climate. On the second day I dropped out. This isn't the means by which I need to spend my life, freezing and soaked on a bike.
Back in Texas I told my fiancée, Kik, my agent, Bill Stapleton, and my riding buddy, Chris Carmichael, that I was going to quit. When you have lived for so long terrified of dying, you have a feeling that you should spend whatever is left of your days in the middle of some vacation. I practically turned into a bum. I golfed. I water-skied I lay on the couch and …show more content…
“If you can’t give one hundred and ten percent, you won’t make it,” she told me. She generally figured out how to get me the most recent bicycle, I needed, or the accessories that I required. Truth be told, regardless she has the majority of my disposed of apparatuses and pedals, since they were so costly she couldn't stand to dispose of them.
Mom was with me when I won the World Championships in Oslo, Norway, in 1993. I was twenty-one. I pumped my fists in the air, blew kisses and bowed to the crowd. After I dismounted, I found Mom, and we stood there in the rain, hugging. “We did it! We did it!” I said.
In the midst of the post-race celebration, a royal escort arrived to inform me that King Harald of Norway wanted to congratulate me. “Come on, Mom. Let’s go meet the king.” We began to move through the security checkpoints. Then a guard stopped us. “She’ll have to stay here,” the escort said. “The king will greet you alone.”
"I don't leave behind my mom," answered. I had no goal of going anyplace without her. They yielded and together we met the king. It appeared to be then that the extreme circumstances were over. No more big obstacles to overcome. At that point cancer came into my
Dear Dairy,
My Race against cancer was hard, but it didn’t stop me from racing. I didn’t just jump back into racing and win. There were a lot of ups and downs, however this time I didn't give the lows a chance to get to me. In 1999, I went on to win the Tour de France, but my victory over cancer has meant the most to me because of how it helped me develop as a human being.
My When I was twenty-five, I was insisted to have testicular cancer. I was given an under forty-percent possibility of surviving, and honestly some of my specialists were simply being kind.
My career stopped. The months of chemotherapy were debilitating. I thought I'd never have the potential to get back on a racing bike. There were times I was so …show more content…
In the fall of 1997, I passed the one-year sign of recuperation. At long last I made my mind: I would strive to race once more. It was a disaster. I managed to finish only fourteenth in the first professional race of my rebound. I was usual to driving, not completing fourteenth.
After two weeks I entered the Paris-Nice, an eight-day difficult trip famous for its rough and rude stormy climate. On the second day I dropped out. This isn't the means by which I need to spend my life, freezing and soaked on a bike.
Back in Texas I told my fiancée, Kik, my agent, Bill Stapleton, and my riding buddy, Chris Carmichael, that I was going to quit. When you have lived for so long terrified of dying, you have a feeling that you should spend whatever is left of your days in the middle of some vacation. I practically turned into a bum. I golfed. I water-skied I lay on the couch and …show more content…
“If you can’t give one hundred and ten percent, you won’t make it,” she told me. She generally figured out how to get me the most recent bicycle, I needed, or the accessories that I required. Truth be told, regardless she has the majority of my disposed of apparatuses and pedals, since they were so costly she couldn't stand to dispose of them.
Mom was with me when I won the World Championships in Oslo, Norway, in 1993. I was twenty-one. I pumped my fists in the air, blew kisses and bowed to the crowd. After I dismounted, I found Mom, and we stood there in the rain, hugging. “We did it! We did it!” I said.
In the midst of the post-race celebration, a royal escort arrived to inform me that King Harald of Norway wanted to congratulate me. “Come on, Mom. Let’s go meet the king.” We began to move through the security checkpoints. Then a guard stopped us. “She’ll have to stay here,” the escort said. “The king will greet you alone.”
"I don't leave behind my mom," answered. I had no goal of going anyplace without her. They yielded and together we met the king. It appeared to be then that the extreme circumstances were over. No more big obstacles to overcome. At that point cancer came into my