The Backstory on CancerRoadTrip
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CancerRoadTrip started when I sold my house to travel. Since then, I’ve been through 3 continents, 8 countries and numerous states, numerous times. I’ve also been through 3 rounds of chemo, radiation and surgery. And so much more!
For me, travel heals. As the miles unfolded, it occurred to me: “If I could have a CancerRoadTrip to heal, why can’t others?”
And the idea of CancerRoadTrip was born.
This blog follows my travels, my expeditions to look for future healing retreats, interviews and whatever else may be of interest. You can also read more in the About section
Also be sure to check out the gallery for photos and more posts about my travels.
The year unfolded. My classes were wonderful.
I saw no outlet but a naive hope for some better future.
I have that sense that things are amiss. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I think I need to concentrate on perceiving lift.
Moving from the decadent abandon of New Orleans and Mardi Gras to this germanic mid-Atlantic culture where Fat Tuesday was Fasnacht Day was an unbearable contrast for my gastronomic soul.
One rotation. Two. Another. Green earth beneath my feet. The sight is mesmerizing, pulling me down with it. The altimeter spins down.
I just want to go back, I want to land, but to go back I have to keep going forward.
And so it was, by way of New Haven, New Orleans, Hershey PA and all the other events my misdirected life, that I happened to stumble upon this sport called soaring.
What I recall most about that long Labor Day weekend was the restoration of a sense of wonder.
Had I heeded the warning, my life would have turned out differently.
MASA has an interesting history and it attracts an interesting group of pilots: Washington diplomats, world bankers, financiers, doctors, military and professional pilots, and a host of others.
“Any landing you walk away from is a good one.” -Pithy Pilot Sayings
Signs for a rest stop appear along the road and I pull off. Between the BMW and the thirty foot trailer shaped like an inverted speedboat, I am rather conspicuous.