(TL;DR: PLEASE GIVE MONEY TO THE PANCREATIC CANCER ACTION NETWORK! THANKS! Also, fuck cancer.)
In January, my dear friend TC Cheever passed away after a cowardly attack by that foul cur, pancreatic cancer. TC was an amazing human being; warm, witty, encouraging and smart.
In the days after I received the awful news that he wasn’t expected to survive the weekend, I was stuck here in San Francisco, three timezones away from his bedside. I spent some of that time taking comfort in re-reading his old blog, and found a post from March 2004.
It was TC’s recap of his experience running the Disney World marathon in 2004. If you have a spare 10 minutes, go read it. I’ll wait.
I remember reading the post when he first published it. I remember clearly thinking how cool the Disney World marathon sounded. I, like TC, have an appreciation for the seamless experience Disney presents at their theme parks, so TC’s description of getting to go “backstage” sounded fascinating. And I remember thinking “Well, I’m never going to actually run a marathon, but if I ever did, I’d run the Disney World one.”
In 2013, as I sat re-reading TC’s post, full of emotion, I reached for my laptop and wrote:
In January 2014, I am going to run the Walt Disney World Marathon. I am going to do it inspired by, and in memory of, TC. I have no idea yet what will be involved or where I’ll find the time and strength, but it is going to happen.
Following this, two important things happened:
First of all, Lacey didn’t kill me for making such a major decision without discussing it with her first. In fact, she decided to join in with the training.
More importantly, bunch more of TC’s friends said they were up for the challenge too. We formed a Facebook group. We (somewhat) formed a plan. Thankfully some experienced voices joined to help calm us mostly terrified newbs.
In January, a ragtag crew of about thirty of us are heading to Orlando, FL, bound by our shared love of this great man. We are going to run. And we are going to celebrate the memory of our dear, dear friend.
Training for the marathon has proven to be what we in the trade refer to as “an absolute bastard”, given my notable appreciation of both cake and sitting, but I am counting down the days until I will be crossing a finish line with my friends.
That day is two months away from today. January 12, 2014.
And so now I turn to you, my friends, loved ones, and/or LinkedIn contacts for your aid. In addition to commemorating the life of my chum, I’d like to raise some money for the Pancreatic Cancer Action Network who support patients and their families, and advance research into this repugnant disease.
-=> PLEASE DONATE ON MY FUNDRAISING PAGE <=-
Every penny you throw into my virtual hat will be colossal vote of support for this endeavor. I could make up bullshit Kickstarter-like backing levels (“For $5, I’ll sharpie your name on the bandaids on my nipples”), but instead I shall just request, ask, beg and plead that you look deep within your heart and wallet, reach for your credit card, and give anything you can afford. You will have my undying gratitude.
Donations can also be made to TC’s family trust.
Today, I make a slightly different promise: I promise that I will write a post-run blogpost. And I promise it will be an embarrassing poorly-written, low-on-detail, practically-emotion-free heap of words.
Because TC was really fucking good at writing, and that’s just one of the many reasons why I miss him.