This is for you, Bro
I ride in honour of my brother Max Rose, and everybody who has been touched by cancer.
Max was a foreman at Metro-Can, a company that poured nearly all the concrete for the Olympic Village in Southeast False Creek.
In the fall of 2008 my brother Max was diagnosed with stage four adrenal cortical carcinoma, an extreamly rare and aggressive cancer originating in the cortex of the adrenal gland. Effects include Tumors, Cushing's syndrome and Primary aldosteronism.
Me and my parents were living in Belgium at the time. I was backpacking in Southern France when I got the phone call. My dad told me that Max had Cushing's Syndrome and it would be ok.
But it wasn't ok. Soon after we found out my older brother was dying.
We packed up and came home, my parents had the career opportunity's that many only dream of, I was living it up traveling around Europe fresh out of high school, just spreading my wings.
It's funny how all of that changes in an instant. It just didn't matter anymore.
Once back at home I watched Max deteriorate. My older brother who I looked up to for his strength, mentally and physically, was wasting away. He could no longer work.
Despite the mass lay offs happening at the Olympic VIllage and all over B.C. at the time, Max got me a job for his company. He phoned me up one day and said "Connor, I got you a job, you start monday, you better tell your boss that you cannot work for him anymore."
That was the way Max was, no bullshit.
I went from working for a small time residential company to the biggest job site in Canada. I busted my ass for Max, I knew what he must have done to get me that job, and he didn't hand anything out for free. His crew took me under their wing, not because they had to, because they loved Max, and in turn, me.
We went to Prince Rupert on a fishing trip in the spring of 2010. The first bite of the trip, in his weakened state Max pulled in a 75 pound halibut from the bottom of the ocean.
Disney could not have written a better story. This is my greatest memory of Max.
Through many rounds of Chemotherapy Max never lost a hair on his stubborn red head, but eventually died in his home in North Vancouver on May 31st 2010. He was a Father, a Husband, a Son, a Brother.
TEAM TO THE MAX attacks alleys, lanes, trails, roads, paths, highways, seawalls, boulevards, hills, turns, switch-backs and mountains (speedbumps) the same way cancer has attacked our loved ones, swift, fast, aggressive, and without mercy.
In 2011 Seattle wasn't enough for us, so me and Shane Devine strapped on our panniers at the finish line, and continued battling speedbumps all the way to San Francisco. The Golden Gate Bridge was our victory lap.
But our victory lap in the battle against cancer hasn't happened yet. The fight is on-going. The goal is simple, the goal is huge; to end cancer in our lifetime.
We will have our victory lap.
I ride because Cooper and Fisher shouldn't have to grow up without a father.
I ride because Grandpa Ron, Father Chris and Mother Kate shouldn't have to go to their offsprings funeral.
I ride because Stefanie shouldn't have to raise Cooper and Fisher without her husband.
I ride because me and Maddie miss our older brother.
I want to thank everybody from the bottom of my heart who has been there for me over the past seven years, I love you all more than you know.
See you on the road...
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