When I was fifteen, I had a dream that I rode a raccoon the size of a bison across a wheat field. The raccoon dropped me off in a dirt lot where my grandmother tilled the dirt. Her gardening efforts were futile, the ground barren, but I sat down close by and watched her in quiet support because anything she did was alright with me. She had a huge belly in the dream (not in real life) as if she were pregnant. The dreamed ended there.
A couple months later my grandmother died of pancreatic cancer at the age of fifty-four. She hadn’t told her family that she had cancer, only her husband. To this day, I’m upset she didn’t let us care for her and love her in her dying weeks. By the time she went to the hospital, it was too late to even get to her as she lived a few hours away. They say her stomach was distended to where she looked eight months pregnant. She had felt that her situation was hopeless – she had found out about the cancer late herself – and she didn’t want us to be saddened or burdened because she felt her cancer was an automatic death sentence. In hindsight, I think she would realize that all of this, of course, saddened us more.
She and I were very close, connected on higher levels in some ways, thus the premonitory dream. She pretended like I was her own baby when we were together, and the fact that she was only 39 when I was born made that easy. She was the first and only person during my upbringing who loved me unconditionally. She taught me that. My capacity for love is huge solely because of her. And from everything I had been through as a kid, it was incredibly unfair and cruel that cancer took my one tether to love at the precarious age of fifteen.
Participating in Crush Cancer is a no brainer for me. As sad as my story reads, there are millions more like mine, so much sadder than mine. Cancer is a heart crusher. It is terrifying news. Having to tell Maya and Mina about my skin cancer earlier this year was incredibly hard and scary. As much as I’m an advocate of preventative care, there are millions still battling. There are as many families still praying hard for a cure just as I wished there had been one for Mama. I believe Stand Up 2 Cancer works diligently to grant that wish.
I know there are plenty of you affected by cancer in one way or another. Let’s do Crush Cancer together. We’ll raise some funds to keep the research for a cure going, and we’ll work out together on Oct 18 with DogTown and other gyms in an energetic, hands-clasped stand against cancer.
(Don’t forget, we’re practicing the Crush Cancer workout or some variation of it every Saturday during Crush Cancer Saturdays up until the event.)
A) HSPU skill practice (10-15min)
B) 3 RFQ on the 6:00
Max Effort Bench press (BW / ⅔ BW)
**2min cap each round**
C) For time with a partner (split equally)
600m Sandbag carry
60 Sandbag front squats
**1 person working at a time**
**Work may be completed in any order**
And Coming Monday
A) Kipping pull-up skill practice
B) Variation on “Cosgrove’s Evil 8”
**Hold onto bar during each round**
**Rest 90sec between each round**
C) 2 Rounds for quality reps on the 6:00
0:45 T&G DL (≤45%)