Profile

  • Route: Rockies
  • Ride Year: 2018
  • Hometown: Dallas, Texas

About: My name is Laura Rathjen and I’m in the class of 2018, studying in the Plan II Honors program and on the Pre-Medical track. My parents, Kurt and Sarah, twin sister, Natalie, and younger brother, Adam, are my best friends, role models and biggest supporters. My mom has blessed me with her large heart and selfless attitude. My brother is wise beyond his years, always there for advice and support. My twin sister, my wombmate as I like to call her, is not only an incredible student and athlete, but my best friend and such a dedicated and loving girl. My father has inspired me, in his work as an orthopedic surgeon and his dedication to his children. Whether it is team spirit at a sporting event, birthday dinners and celebrations, or a feast of charcuterie before a Thanksgiving feast, our family goes above and beyond in all that we do.
I am interested in medicine as a career since I have a service heart, love learning and feel called and driven to use those passions to help others. I was raised in an active family, and some of my fondest memories are competitive swimming, the fellowship and competition with 130 teammates in the state cross country meet, biking throughout the United States, or hiking around the world. I am a people person who never likes being alone, and ends up talking to herself when in such situations. My immediate family, my seven cousins, who are practically my siblings, my six grandparents, aunts and uncles, and friends in various organizations across campus all play a significant role in my life. I am a nerd, a runner, a biker, a wannabee Food-Network star, a traveler and a girl that’s biking to Alaska!


Why I Ride

Studying cancer from a molecular perspective in my cell biology class, to first-hand witnessing the effect it has had on my own father, cancer has infiltrated my life, as almost everyone’s, in many ways. Growing up, I witnessed my father and uncle, who are both orthopedic surgeons, improve the quality of life of their patients through surgery. I was exposed to medicine firsthand through volunteering at Texas Scottish Rite Hospital. Five consecutive summers I volunteered at the hospital, falling in love with the medical profession and hoping to have the privilege to serve others through this profession in the future. My senior year of high school, I came to see the patient’s perspective of medicine. My father was diagnosed with stage IV colorectal cancer. Despite this challenging diagnosis, my father continued to be the toughest man I know, battling cancer, exercising daily and working full time as both an orthopedic surgeon and the best father in the world. He mirrors the happiness on the children’s faces that I fell in love with at Scottish Rite.
I ride for my father, Kurt Rathjen. When my Dad was initially diagnosed, in September of 2013- he waited about six weeks to tell our family. Given the severity of his cancer, and initially poor prognosis, he “didn’t want to burden us”. Blessed by great medical care and a motivation to stay active, my father would run while receiving chemo in a portable pump, even running seven miles the morning of his eight-hour abdominal operation in the summer of 2014. Two weeks later, we vacationed on the Oregon coast and hiked along the wild and beautiful Pacific Coast Trail. My dad is a man that loves to exercise and be outdoors. My fondest memories with my father are running in Barcelona, riding a tandem bicycle from Austin to Buda, and hiking Table Mountain in South Africa. My father is an athlete, a genius, a goofball, and an all around rock star. I ride every mile as a continuation of these adventures. ride so that people no longer have to see cancer as something that makes them weak. I ride for the challenges, relationships, and to spread the knowledge of cancer.
I ride for Trudy Medlin as well. Growing up, I was “raised” by this petite, strong and incredibly kind German woman. Before I was born, Trudy worked at my house- helping with laundry, cleaning and keeping my parents sane. Once my parents had three kids in nineteen months, Trudy became a second mother. Some of my fondest childhood memories of Trudy include our summertime walks to go get hotdogs and frozen custard, and early mornings before school when she wrestled me out of bed. Twice a week, my days began with the cheery, loving face of Trudy waking me up, always with a nugget of knowledge to start my day. When I was too young for school, Trudy would iron clothes next to my high chair, watching the Food Network- the only show that would stop my crying. In middle school, Trudy reminded me to always be kind to others, no matter how mean or rude pre-teen students seemed to act. In high school, Trudy told me to be true to myself- and that yelling is never the answer, no matter how different someone’s beliefs are than yours. Before college, Trudy raved about how she wished she had the opportunity to go to college, and told me to not take it for granted, not only the experience, but more importantly the chance to grow and learn in all aspects of life. Throughout my life, Trudy was a hard-working, intelligent woman that made my days brighter.
In the summer of 2016, Trudy was in her 70s and diagnosed with stage IV pancreatic cancer. Trudy battled cancer with the courage she had her entire life, having immigrated from Germany to the United States during World War II without her family. As is common in pancreatic cancer, her diagnosis was late and her cancer was aggressive. I remember my father texting me that Trudy was admitted to the hospital in the fall of 2016 and that her doctors thought she might only live another 24-48 hours. Thankfully, I was able to immediately go to Dallas and visit Trudy in the hospital. Her face- jaundiced yellow and drained of her usual sparkle, looked me straight in the eye as she explained to me the amount of pain she was in, leaving me with the last words of “no one should ever have to suffer this much”. Again, I was in awe of Trudy’s selflessness in her time of suffering, she wasn’t referring to herself, and how she shouldn’t have to suffer- but was truly thinking of others. By an act of God- Trudy went home from the hospital the following day. She lived another month before passing away at home, surrounded by family, over the Thanksgiving 2016 holiday.
Both of these incredible people in my life helped shape me into woman that I am today. They have inspired me, supported me, and pushed me to follow my dreams. Texas 4000 is an organization I am so excited to be a part of and to honor of these two amazing people. Throughout this program, I will spread knowledge of cancer prevention and awareness. I will ride to honor and spread hope for all of the patients and their loved ones that are touched by cancer, and to raise money to continue to search for a cure for cancer. We must, we can, and we will beat cancer.