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YELLOW JERSEY Lance Armstrong and Me |
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On Sunday, July 25, my wife Karen and I sat in front of the television and watched a man who had the same kind of cancer I had, treated in the same city I was, ride into Paris wearing the yellow jersey as the winner of the Tour de France. I am not ashamed to tell you I cried. Karen says she did not. Karen is not being entirely truthful. I made this page because I want people to know Lance Armstrong's story, and because I want men to know something that might save their lives. Here is his story, as best I can tell it from the newspapers and the magazines. The 1999 Tour has its own page, and my own story is on another, along with a plain word to men that I hope you'll read even if you skip everything else. LANCE'S STORY
WHY IT MATTERS TO ME When you have cancer, people mean well, and they tell you that you'll get back to normal. What nobody tells you, because nobody can, is whether you'll get back to the things that make you yourself. For me that was riding. For Lance, it was racing the hardest bicycle race in the world. There are a great many men walking around today who were cured of this disease, most of them quietly, and you'd never know it to look at us. What Lance did this summer was not quiet. He took the most visible stage in his sport and showed the whole world what life after cancer can look like. I can tell you that every man in my old support group called every other man that Sunday. BLOOMINGTON'S OTHER BIKE STORY If you know Bloomington at all, you probably know it from Breaking Away, the 1979 movie about the town kids and the Little 500 bicycle race at the university here. It's still the best bicycle movie ever made, and I'll argue with anybody who says otherwise. I moved here in 1981 partly because of it, which Karen finds hilarious and is true. |
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visitors since July 26, 1999 E-mail: [email protected] If you're facing this yourself and want to talk to someone who's been there, write me. Last updated Monday, September 20, 1999 |