So...this Monday, I was biking to the Steppenwolf Picnic with some co-workers. It was a beautiful day. I hadn't planned on attending the picnic, but changed my mind last minute that morning.

Not long after we got underway, we were cruising along pretty fast and I was the tail end of a line of three. A large moving truck is standing in the right hand lane, we begin to pass it.

The first rider, Al, makes it around the truck and sees a stoplight turning yellow almost immediately. He stops. Unfortunately, me and the guy in front of me, Jimmy, don't see it. Or I don't see it. Jimmy sees it at the last second and skids to a halt. I swerve to avoid him, and bam, just as I realize the light is red, I slam into Al.

Stars, pain. I'm convinced my shoulder is just dislocated. Al is fine. The pain gets worse, I go to the ER in a taxi.

My arm is broken in two places, just below the shoulder. It's my first broken bone. No surgery, but they can't cast it either. Too far up. I'm out of commission for 2 months or so.

Luckily, this happened now & not later. I'm considering it my "major" T4K injury. Hopefully there won't be another.

That said, I was experiencing some pretty strong pain this evening and I started to think: what if I knew this pain might kill me? Might never end? Might be the last real feeling I'm left with?

I have a broken arm, but I'm going to live. It will heal. Cancer patients don't have the same guarantee. And for now, I'm grateful to be able to still wage this fight against cancer rather than be one of many who are diagnosed with it and are not fortunate enough to win.

I want cancer patients one day to be able to say: I have cancer, but I'm going to live. It will heal.

I want them to be able to say it with certainty.