Considering that the fight against the Big C turned personal for me in January when Susan was diagnosed, this shirt now has even greater meaning than when I purchased it over a year ago; and IMHO, my bald head is the perfect complement. (Although, I'm usually biking when I wear it, which means my hairless pate is hidden under a helmet.) I love the upbeat messages emblazoned on the pink background, reflecting Kay's philosophy: "Positive words that focus on life and living to its fullest were important for me to include." With all due respect to this wonderful lady and all her goodness, I wore it on my ride with an additional message muttered under my breath: "Fuck you, cancer!" And more positively: "Go, Susan! You will beat it!"
What a gorgeous day for a ride! Golden sun. Lapis lazuli sky. Sixty-five perfect degrees. The recurring refrain of my spinning feet, rhythmic breathing, and beating heart became its own moving meditation. Every mile felt like an old friend as I was reminded of the 42 times I'd ridden this route in my Sweating for Shelter project almost two years before. Good times.
Being on a bike and wearing the Pink Power jersey are a double guarantee of adventure. It is also a sure thing that I will meet someone on the bike path or at Machinery Row bike shop who says, "You must know Kay Lum" or "I have a shirt like that" (which translates to "I know Kay Lum"). This day was no different.
After finishing work, pedaling home, and racking my bike, three indelible messages were the residual gifts of the day.
1) Thank you, Kay Lum!
2) Fuck you, cancer!
3) I love you, Susan. You're winning this battle, Warrior Goddess. Beat it!