Three years ago, the words pancreatic cancer (PAC) were linked in my mind to Luciano Pavarotti, Patrick Swayze, Steve Jobs, or the Italian actress Anna Magnani.
Pancreatic Cancer was far from me. I was always thinking: “Oh poor guy, there’s no escape from Pancreatic Cancer” but suddenly one day, pancreatic cancer was knocking at our family door. My dad had been diagnosed with metastatic PAC; those words, that mortal disease, that horrible and painful cancer, once so far from me, was now changing my entire life, my perspective, my future, my way of seeing things, and most important was giving my Dad a death sentence.
Since the diagnosis and through treatment, my dad always maintained a positive attitude. He was a strong fighter, always with a smile on his face, always hopeful, and he was sure that scientific research would have given him another opportunity!
For him, Research was Hope, Hope to stay Alive to enjoy Life, to enjoy his family, his friends!
This November 4th will be the second anniversary of my Dad’s death, and I want to remember him in another special way. I don’t want to commemorate his death. I want to celebrate my Dad’s life! I want to celebrate Life!
This year I’ll participate in another challenging event for me in collaboration with Project Purple.
I ask you to donate some of your time and little of your money to fund Pancreatic Cancer Research and give to all those people, so far away from you, a little tiny extra hope! Research can save their lives!
Last year, I decided that it was time to stand up, abandon the couch-potato attitude, and although I never did any kind of sport in my life, I decided to run the Chicago Marathon honoring my Dad and bringing hope for all those still battling Pancreatic Cancer!
It was not an easy task; all those mornings waking up at 4:30 to run in the rain, heat, humidity. The weekends were all devoted to this “long run” and the majority of these long runs were done alone, hours spent running just in company of myself. The worst company ever! You are always fighting with your inner-self, the one that wants to stop, the one that’s bringing all your frustration to the surface. You need to deal with it! You can’t stop! The pace can go down sometimes…but never, you can never stop! Every time I started to let my thoughts win, I had to repeat myself: “You won’t stop, you won’t quit! Dad NEVER quit…you won’t do it now!
After 6 months of hard training, that moment arrived; the moment to run Chicago, crossing all its neighborhoods, and I did it! Always with the smile on my face, exactly as my Dad fought his battle! It was a memorable experience! I loved every step of it, also when I was cramping and the finish line seemed so far away! I finally crossed that finish line! 26.2 miles in 3 hours, 21 minutes and 22 seconds!
So…what’s the challenge for this year? This year, I decided to race the Ironman 70.3 Austin triathlon! I will swim 1.2 miles, ride my bike for 56 hilly miles and then run half marathon (13.1 miles), and then I’ll cross the finish line!
Be at the finish line with me! Be part of this journey, help me to raise hope for pancreatic cancer patients. These patients need to believe that those numbers, those statistics are obsolete, not true anymore! They need to believe that they can fight and win this cancer!
Help me raising funds for Pancreatic Cancer Research!
Research is Hope, I Run to keep that Hope Alive!