- Route: Sierra
- Ride Year: 2020
- Hometown: Belton, TX
- School Year: Senior
- Major: Iberian and Latin American Languages and Cultures and Chemistry
- Email: firstname.lastname@example.org
Hey y'all! My name is Liz and I am currently a pre-med Junior studying Chemistry and Iberian and Latin American Languages and Cultures, which is really just a long way of saying I study Chemistry and Spanish. When I have a spare minute, I love being outdoors and exploring new music!
I grew up in a small town on the border of Massachusetts and Rhode Island called North Attleborough and love all things New England! After living there for a while, my parents decided it was time to return to their home state of Texas to be with family. If you know me, then you know that my family is one of the most important things in my life–I don’t know what I’d do without them!
In the future, I hope to be fully bilingual in Spanish and English. One of my biggest dreams is to do medical missions in South and Central America, putting my knowledge and skills to use in underserved populations.
Why I Ride
It’s a word that is all too common in the world. This one word is capable of bringing pain and fear to those who hear it.
I dream of a day where the word cancer is a distant memory.
I have never had a specific memory of the first time I heard the word cancer. As a child, it is difficult to understand the gravity of the word cancer and everything it entails. I have vague memories of holding on to my mother’s arm and noticing some scars that were present there, but never thought too much about them. I had asked her about them and she told me they were scars from skin cancer, but I didn’t really know what that was. I just nodded and didn’t ask again.
Fast forward to my sophomore year in high school.
It was late February and I was sitting in my kitchen talking to my parents when they asked me to sit down. Instantly, my stomach dropped–their voices were very serious and hushed. That’s when they told me that my grandmother’s, Joy’s, breast cancer was not only back, but was stage 4. Everything happened really fast, and by August she decided not to undergo treatment anymore. It was hard on my family, but even worse on her caregiver, my grandfather Wade. She held on for as long as she could, but passed away on Valentine’s Day of 2014. It was my first experience with death, and the impact on my family was tangible.
I ride for my grandmother Joy, my mother who had skin cancer, and all the caregivers who stand alongside their loved one during their fight.
If there is anyone I can be riding for, please let me know!