Ride to Conquer Cancer 2011-Need YOUR help to raise the funds.

Cancer Ride, Cancer surivor, two times, and my brother Jerry died of cancer. I ride in his honor, in his memory. Help. http://www.conquercancer.ca/goto/chase

Ride to Conquer Cancer 2011-Because I Survived

Because *I* survived cancer, twice, and my brother did not, I ride for cancer research. Sponsor my two-day ride at http://www.conquercancer.ca/goto/chase Thank you! and spread that link for me?

chaserising's webcam video July 30, 2010, 12:28 AM

Re: Ride to Conquer Cancer 2011-Chase Cameron and Why I Ride

correction of donation address, which is: http://www.conquercancer.ca/goto/chase
This ride is important because without research, cancer cannot be defeated. It needs to be. I beat it twice, barely. It took away my only brother, Gerald Wayne Mori (Jerry) on November 27th, 2009. I rode 200 miles in 2010 for him, and I will ride 200 km with team TwinPro, Leader Chris Kirkpatrick. Thanks to him for the invitation. I need your help to reach the minimum goal of $2,500. I'd LIKE to hit $3,000 for Jerry and Rhonda Barran, undergoing a double mastectomy in September, Avery LaChapelle, a brave YOUNG leukemia fighter, and Pastor Don Berry-Graham in Hamilton, one brave man and if you have those you want to sponsor on behalf of, let me know. Donate, say name of person, and I'll add them to my list. Thanks, Chase Cameron

Ride to Conquer Cancer 2011-Chase Cameron and Why I Ride

PLEASE sponsor me for the Ride to Conquer cancer and spread the word to your friends irl and online? http://www.conquercancer.ca/goto/chase is the link. And thank you so much.

Ride to Conquer Cancer 2010_Chase at roadside

Why I ride during a brief stop in the 2010 Ride to Conquer Cancer en route to Dunnville, Ontario, then to Niagara Falls.

Happy Birthday Jerry. Miss you Little Brother

Miss him. Please donate to cancer research and I'll ride myself ragged for it. http://www.conquercancer.ca/goto/chase

Ride to Conquer Cancer 2011-Cancer Survivor Needs Sponsors

Ride to Conquer Cancer 2011-Chase 10 years Cancer Free

Celebrating being 10 years cancer free, and talking about the cancer ride, of course. You'll see I'm not big on hard liquor.

Ride to Conquer Cancer 2011-Because Cancer Sucks

This ride is so important. I'm riding as a 2X cancer survivor who promised my brother I'd do this for him every year. He died of cancer on November 27th, 2009. Please sponsor me at http://www.conquercancer.ca/goto/chase as I ride with the fellows from Team TwinPro 200 km/120 miles in 2 days. Please help. Thank you.

Ride to Conquer Cancer 2011-Chase is doing it again!

I need sponsors. Two-time survivor riding in memory of my brother Jerry, who didn't beat cancer. Help me fight cancer for all of us. Thanks,

3 Days Post Ride-Thanks and Reflections

It's been three days, well two and a half since I had the thrill of crossing the finish line in the 2010 Toronto Ride to Conquer Cancer, whizzing downhill, oh mercifully downhill, across that line in Niagara Falls.

I won't lie, a couple of weeks shy of turning 47, two-time cancer survivor, on a pension with several excruciating and most-times debilitating physical disabilities, the arduous 200-mile course was beyond hard. Then it rained as I was mentally having a serious chat with the sadists who developed the "rolling forever hills" portion of the course" and I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so I just stopped for a moment and laughed. The "last rider" car had two of the nicest girls in it who kept saying they felt so bad in the dry car while I was suffering but I was determined to make pit stop. I did 172 miles because I missed two small sections. I was soaked, it was cold and not humid hot as predicted, and I was shivering and literally blue, so I think people were shocked to see me out the next morning at 7:10, chugging up Garth in Hamilton to Rymal, passing Mom's nursing home at Rymal and Upper Wentworth, and doing it in the rain, on a heavy mountain bike in fat knobby tires.
I'll tell you what kept me going, despite being in horrible pain, cold and ravenous (late for every meal stop and I couldn't eat what was left..thank God for Gatorade).



1. My brother Jerry's Photo in the map section atop the heavy handlebar bag. I promised him I'd do this the day before he died late last November 2009 and darn it I was going to keep that promise because it made him smile and laugh as he was dying.

2. So many people had told me I'd never make the minimum $2,500 to ride. I made $2,705 so there. That I would fail like I do at so much, or I was a loser on disability (they knew I was doing this so any attempts to make me homeless failed) who clearly wasn't disabled. I know I'm not a loser, but I am disabled. My doctor knows this, but I owe no explanations. Had they been IN my body during that ride they'd have known. I think the ride car girls saw me suffering and going on, refusing to give up.
3. The ride car girls. I mention them first of the volunteers because they have to follow, with a paramedic car with flashing lights, the last rider. Tis in the rules, insurance, whatever. I was not happy. But over the course of 172 miles, I would have been totally alone were they not there. Every other rider passed me on the 200-miler. Sooner or later. These girls just didn't give up, gave me space when I was annoyed, cheered me on when I had nothing left in the tank and had hurt my thighs so bad I was sure I had part of muscle not attached to bone anymore. There was one girl the last section, from last pit of day two to the Falls who was in the car. She pulled alongside at the Niagara Falls official sign and was all happy. And when I finally crossed the line at 5:59 pm with only 45 minutes total off the bike, she was suddenly standing there high-fiving me and my own little cheering section.
4.The pit crews. You people absolutely rocked. Everyone knew me, the crazy guy last, except for one glorious pit stop, insane enough to ride on the bike version of a tank on an arduous course. I don't do hills. There were plenty all over. The pit crews always cheered and made sure I ate even when i insisted I couldn't take one more freaking banana. They were right.
5. The nurses at lunch day two who ended up wrapping me in mylar blankets, slathering a535 on my hands when they stayed blue from being that cold, then added wool socks and got me on a bus with a few others. I was upset to miss any miles but it turns out a lot of guys just could not finish at all, younger than me. I shut up and enjoyed sitting on something not a bike seat.
6. Mike and Kathy. I don't know if they're a married couple. Calleja. Kathy saw me have a mini meltdown and realized it was over all the loser comments in my head and a promise to my brother and knew just when to let me stare out a window and sit on a rock eating a butter tart wishing it were a steak and coffee. They were there at the finish, running to me, making sure I knew how proud they were of me. You will never know how much that meant. The party was over and there I was, toughing it through to a handful of clapping people and no family or friends waiting. Family came, scooped me up and took me home. No photos, no time, but you were there.
7. The cheering people scattered along the course and the cheering police at intersections. God love you, because you had to hang around and wait for me and you did, still grinning and waving.
And other cyclists, on recumbents and light racing bikes, one calling me an inspiration as she went past, many calling my name and telling me to dig deep and several out loud asking how I was going uphill on a wrong bike (I tried to get sponsored for a bike. No luck), wrong tires, sitting the entire time. I trained alone but I wasn't alone out there. I had Jerry's picture, the pit crews every 25 or so miles, some scattered cheering people, the ever-present last rider car and flashing lights, and I made it.
It wasn't as hard as cancer, losing Jerry, and certainly not as hard as spending an entire 11 months raising the money to be allowed to do this for a great cause my brother and I believe...believed, Jerry believed ...past tense, right? we believed in it, still do.
It was two days I'll repeat next year, and I hope to God I raise the money to ride before Thanksgiving because I'm not ready for another year of nasty emails and snarky comments from people who don't know me.
While others are with family, celebrating the ride, I live alone in one room, sleep on the floor, constantly go to call or email Jerry and remember he isn't ever going to answer anymore. This ride means everything to me. I won't quite. Never give up, never surrender...Strength in Numbers.
so I'm going to ask for donations and ask and ask. Jerry died, I didn't, and I vowed to do this every year. I will. I'll separately and personally ask for help with gear because I froze and the arthritis screamed this year. I never ask for what isn't necessary. Okay, a fancy computer, but mostly I'm just trying to be like the other riders. Not better, not less. I'm so tired of being less than.
I rode and ride in memory of my brother Gerald Mori, Mrs. Mary Pacey, in memory of my own battles with cancer and those who battled and battle now, like Rhonda Barran, Don Berry-Graham, young, young Avery LaChapelle. I ride and will ride by God because cancer is an indiscriminate killer and my pain just isn't anything compared to what cancer puts people and those who love them through.
Those who rode past me, cheered me on, supported me in some way, thank you so much! On Jerry's behalf I thank you.
Brace yourself, the campaign for 2011 is on, and Chase Cameron just doesn't give up. I'm on Team TwinPro for 2011. The K200, June 11th and 12th? Bring it on!
http://teamtwinpro.com/chase
http://www.conquercancer.ca/chasetwinpro
chaserising@gmail.com