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When spider webs unite.

Remember my valiant story about undertaking my incredibly long and difficult marathon last year? Yeah, I know it has been pointed out to me that a “marathon” is officially 42.195kms therefore I should not have called mine a marathon at all. By that same token Terry Fox should not have called his the Marathon of Hope, since his was way way WAY too long to qualify as a marathon. So there, if Terry Fox can cheat on semantics, so can I.

Well, I finished my marathing (Ha! New word!) in record time (ok it took me two hours and I was aching for 5 days after) and raised over 3000 francs for childhood cancer research. Not bad eh? I felt pretty proud of myself.

Right after the marathing, we were all served hot pumpkin soup (which tasted like a small miracle to me after my 11km hike through the frozen wilderness) and I chatted with some of the other participants. One of them was Zoé’s aunt, Patricia. Zoé is a little girl Elliot and I have met along the way, who has battled neuroblastoma three times.

That’s the funny thing about my adventures in Cancerland – just when I start to feel like my situation is special in some way, someone else comes along to show me I aint seen nothin yet… The year we spent battling cancer alongside our 4 year old was the hardest, most painful, most frightening thing I have ever experienced.  Zoé and her family did it… THREE TIMES.

The 11 km trek through the frozen rain was physically exhausting and emotionally challenging – I felt like quitting at least once. (Oh who am I kidding, I felt like quitting within the first 15 minutes when a cheerful bearded man who looked to be about age 70 passed me, and then roughly every 10 minutes after that, as I kept trying to catch up to him and failing.)

Well, Zoé’s aunt Patricia was participating that day for another reason… For practice. Yep, this little 11km was nothing but a trial run! She and two friends, Sophie and Sarah, had signed up for an incredible adventure in support of childhood cancer research, one that made my little 11km seem like a stroll in the park.

The Amazon Green Tree Raid is a 7 day competition in Mauritius, for women only, requiring intense physical and mental stamina to complete difficult events in exotic natural settings, using only, as their website claims “no motors, just sweat”. Zoé’s aunt and her two friends had no special training when they signed up, just the will to be part of an incredible adventure that also might lead to some funds being raised that they could give to childhood cancer research. They named their team: Sun à ma Zoé. sazcanoe

In order to get ready for this event, Sophie, Patricia and Sarah spent the year training for all the different daily challenges they would encounter:  they entered 10 races of various lengths, and types, including a biathlon and a bike race. They also had to learn and become very good at mountain biking, canoeing, archery, rock climbing, weight lifting, and orienteering races, some of which they had never tried before. They dealt with bruises and black eyes, injured arms and sprained ankles. They persisted, and the money started flowing in. Sponsors got interested in supporting the team.  People signed up to follow their adventures on their website and their facebook page.

A few weeks after our marathing, they flew off to Mauritius. We all watched from a distance, tuning into their website to let us know how they were doing.  In a way, they carried not only our hopes for a cure, but also our dreams of adventure. The video that sums up the event is an amazing compilation.

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I like the Ethiopian saying “When spider webs unite, they can tie up a lion”. In this case, the lion is cancer.  OK yeah, I guess that makes us all spiders, which is kind of creepy, but my point is, all of us working together can actually make a true difference. Childhood cancer research is still hugely underfunded. Families confronted with a child’s cancer diagnosis have major problems to overcome, not just the cancer and treatment: unpaid time off work or job loss, childcare  and help for the other kids, juggling all the everyday concerns while also rushing back and forth to the hospital, many times in an emergency. The 80% cure rate we hear about sounds great until it’s your kid and you realize that what that means is that out of every 5 kids diagnosed, one doesn’t make it. For those who survive, 2/3 will face permanent and serious side effects of treatment. There’s so much more we the little spiders need to do.

On January 18th 2013 the Sun à ma Zoé team presented a cheque to Zoé and Elliot’s oncologist, Dr. Beck, who is also the president of the foundation FORCE, dedicated to childhood cancer research projects. The team had hoped to raise 10,000chf, but were unsure whether the support and public interest would be there. The total amount raised? 23,225chf! An incredible achievement by three women who dared to take on a challenge.

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What new adventure is waiting for us just around the corner? Will Zoé’s mom and I decide to climb Mount Everest to raise money and awareness? (She is rolling on the floor laughing after reading that.The odds of seeing the two of us anywhere near such a huge challenge are about the same odds of a scintigraphy machine showing a false-positive… Hey, wait a minute…)

My Own Little Marathon of Hope

And so the day has come… Yes, you probably knew it would, but it is still a shock to me… So here it is.. I have signed up to participate in… a marathon ! ACK!!! I know what you are thinking… Nicole, you do realize this involves… well exercise???

Yes I do.

Nicole, you repeat (I actually can hear you), you do realize this involves, strenuous exercise, like including the possibility of sweating and gasping for breaths?

Yes, I repeat stoically, I do.

Like, in nature? You continue, in awe at my resilience. Outside?  Braving the possible severe weather conditions and wild animals?

Yes, I say again, my head held high. I will do it for The Cause.

Hey wait a minute. What wild animals? Nature? Who said anything about nature? Oh yeah, they did have a picture of the marathon course on the website and it did look like, well, a narrow trail through the forest with potential hills and valleys…

ACK!!!!! What am I, crazy?

Well yes, maybe I am. But I’m doing it, the FORCEthon, an 11 kilometer marathon organized by the foundation FORCE, our local childhood cancer research and advocacy foundation. (http://www.force-fondation.ch/)

Because all the proceeds my humble run/hike/crawl through the woods, over the hills and valleys, warding off wild beasts etc, go to fund the research that is desperately needed to cure some of the kids Elliot and I have met along our cancer journey.

Hey, don’t look so worried! I can do this! It’s only 11 kilometers, how bad can that be? (What? You say that’s almost 7 miles??? Are you freaking serious???!!!)

I’m Canadian, you forget. We have Terry Fox as a role model, how can we not be moved to reach for the stars when we have a true Canadian hero to guide us?

For those who don’t know him, here is a bit of Canadian history.

Ever wonder where the idea to do a marathon for cancer comes from?

In 1977 Terry Fox was a normal, active 19 year old Canadian kid when a worsening pain in his knee sent him to the doctor. The diagnosis would change his life, his family’s and eventually all of us: osteosarcoma, a serious type of bone cancer.

His leg was amputated. He went through 16 months of intense chemotherapy and was told his chances were 50%.  His hospital experiences had made him angry at how little money was dedicated to cancer research, he watched as others around him lost hope and lost their battles.

One person can make a difference

Terry didn’t give up hope. Although he had an artificial leg which made him run with an unusual gait (find me one Canadian who doesn’t know exactly what he looked like as he ran, I dare you) he decided to embark on an ambitious adventure. A crazy adventure. And adventure that would have him braving the elements and the forces of nature (that’s the Newfies), facing wild beasts (that’s the Quebec drivers), and all kinds of weather.

Terry decided to do a marathon on his own, all by himself, and asked each Canadian to give him a dollar, that he would donate to fund cancer research. Just one dollar. If each of the 24 million Canadians were willing to give just one dollar, he figured, think how much could happen in cancer research.

But the marathon had to be big. It had to be long, like, really long, eh? (Just threw that in for some Canadian authenticity).

So he decided to run across Canada.

Yep, that’s right. 8000 kilometers. That’s five THOUSAND miles. Makes my little 11 k seem pretty pathetic actually. And I have both legs! For my Swiss friends, to give you an idea of how big Canada is, you could actually plop all of Switzerland into one the lakes just to right of the middle of the country, like Lake Huron for example, and it would fit easily (might stick out the top though, not sure about those alps).

So he started by dipping his artificial leg in the Atlantic ocean off Newfoundland and set off down the road. On his first few days he encountered gale force winds, heavy rain and a snowstorm. At first, not too many people were interested, but by the time he got to the other side of Newfoundland, people started paying attention. One town, Port-O-Basque, met him with a cheque for 10,000$, donations from each of the town’s 10,000 residents.  By the time he made it to Toronto, which took three months, everyone knew who Terry Fox was. Some corporations got the idea to sponsor him for each mile he ran (catchy idea!) People lined the road to watch him as he jogged past.

He had met the Prime Minister, had rallied Canadians to a cause, had made us believe any of us really could make a difference if we wanted.

He made it more than halfway across Canada, 5300 kilometers during 143 days. Then something happened… fatigue. By late August he was exhausted before he began his day’s run. On September 1, outside of Thunder Bay, he was forced to stop briefly after he suffered an intense coughing fit and experienced pains in his chest. Unsure what to do, he resumed running as the crowds along the highway shouted out their encouragement. A few miles later, short of breath and with continued chest pain, he asked to be driven a hospital.

The cancer was back.

Terry didn’t finish his run. But people everywhere continued to donate, and before the cancer took his life the goal of 1$ for each Canadian had been reached.

I was 12 years old when Terry did his run. I remember the excitement. The energy that people felt at the thought that we could make a difference. Only a few short years later, cancer took my grandmother. There was still so little known, so few advances. But as more money started pouring in, as more marathons took place all over the world (the Terry Fox Marathon of Hope is run in over 60 countries now), research did advance. My mom was diagnosed with advanced stage cancer less than 20 years after Terry died, and because of a brand new cancer drug, she’s still with us today.

I am in no way saying I am as glamorous, heroic or well, in athletic shape as Terry Fox. But his message is clear: we can each do our part. So off I go on November 10th to do mine.  It’s only 11 k, how bad can it be? Besides, they have rest stops along the way where they serve water and juice… I wonder what the odds are of a glass of wine?

And YES! You can sponsor me! An amount per kilometer (don’t worry, the maximum is 11km, so there’s not too much risk of breaking the bank! Breaking my back though…) or an amount just to do the run.

Imagine if everyone in Switzerland gave just 1 franc?

Email me directly at Nicole@scobie.ch if you would like to sponsor me. Or donate directly to my postal account CPP 30-604575-9 (this account is solely used for fundraising). All proceeds will go directly to FORCE foundation (http://www.force-fondation.ch/).

If you would like to join me on that day, you can still sign up too, on FORCE’s website!