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On the road again for Breast Cancer with the Comrades Pink Drive
In March 2010 my worst fears were realized. After weeks of breathlessness, lower back ache and a sore chest, my medical team discovered that my breast cancer had moved to my left lung.
It was a crippling blow. I always knew that I was going to live with my HER2+ breast cancer diagnosis for the rest of my (probably short!) life, but somehow I’d always hoped and prayed for a miracle. Now it was obvious that there was going to be no miracle for me. The news was frightening.
Breast cancer, boeuf bourguignon and blockbusters
Yesterday, after my visit to Georgia, my oncologist, I went to movies. Alone. Sometimes it’s therapeutic to do this. It certainly helped that sad day a few weeks ago, when I was visiting my friend, Claudia Zwane, in the oncology ward while she was getting her chemo drip and the woman in the beds next to her died. Just like that.
She was a middle-aged Indian lady, probably a granny like me. Both her daughters were next to her bed, clucking around her like mother hens while the chemical concoction was being pumped into her veins. The next minute, her head just lolled to the side and she died. The daughters went hysterical. The ward with cancer patients was traumatised beyond belief. Poor Claudia, who was sitting right next to the woman (now a corpse), was moved away and we tried to resume our conversation, but it was almost impossible.
Day eight: the grand finale …
By Denise Lloyd (Crew Member)
And then it was the last day. After nearly 2 000 km and seven days of heat, sweat, tears and the warmth and love of the communities, it was saddle-up time for the final leg of the Journey.
The Lichtenburg residents came out in full force to wave goodbye to the girls and the whole road in front of the Cancer Clinic was blocked off to traffic.
Day seven: To the light of Lichtenburg
By Denise Lloyd (Crew member)
The pupils at the different schools in Vryburg were in for a surprise when the Harley girls paid them a visit to spread the good news that breast cancer need not be a death sentence.
The pupils were like sponges, absorbing every word that the riders shared with them. Of course the big machines attracted just as much attention and most of the pupils wanted to touch the Harleys. Sanette and Elsje were very surprised when they walked onto stage and were greeted with “wolf whistles”. Just goes to show what a lady in leathers can do to you.
