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My wish is that my story will inspire you to find your inner greatness. My story begins on January 26, 1963, when I was born. It was very tough growing up in a family were both parents were highly educated. My father had a Doctorate in Business Management and has written articles and books on that subject matter. He traveled the world helping and teaching business and infrastructure to different countries. It was hard act to follow and believe me I did not. My father did do one thing good, he put a roof over my head and food in my stomach. Where my father failed at was being a good father and I suffered for it. His father had failed him, and so he fell into that same trap. He died of cancer on December 9, 2000 and the wedge he drove into our relationship was never resolved, because he never found resolution himself. He did provide some things in my life that I am grateful for, however, he did things that were not so nice to me. I would rather not mention them at this time. My father left this world without ever saying he was sorry or saying anything that would help me resolve my issue with him. I wrote a paper in college entitled "My Father, My Hero". It wasn't about the good things he did, but rather about the bad things he did. What I learned from my father, was not to be like him and I turned out to be a great human being. My mother was much better than my father was. I feel she was caught in the middle and did go to bat for me and my sisters.Moving on, my life was not all bad.
It would come to a crashing halt on April 21, 1999 when I would injure my wrists on the job. It started off as acute tendinitis, but it would turn far worse. I suffered greatly and in 2000, I was diagnosed with Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy. It is also known now as Chronic Regional Pain Syndrome 1 and 2. I suffered greatly. The doctors prescribed narcotics for the pain and all it did was make me calm. The narcotics did very little for the pain and eventually my body broke down. I moved to Mesa, Arizona thinking the move to a warmer, drier climate would help. While living in Arizona, I actually became more sick. I spent almost the whole two years there bed ridden. I was so weak, I had to sit on a plastic lawn chair to take shower. When I was able get out of bed, I could only get around with a use of a cane. I could only go from my bed to the couch, to the kitchen, to the bathroom, and let the dog out. The pain was just so bad. It didn't matter what I did. The pain was always at 10 plus. Just going out was horrendous ,aggravating and stressful. I went to all kinds of doctors and could never get any relief. The best thing I heard was that besides having RSD (CRPS) I also had multiple other things wrong with me. They were all clueless of what the other things may be. I also, ate and ate all the time. It was all bad food, pasta, food and drinks loaded with sugar, etc... I was at 190 lbs. before my accident and I weighed 330 lbs. on Jan. 1, 2014. My life was not going well in Arizona, so I decided to move back to Rochester, New York. At least there I knew I had one doctor who was always happy to help were he could. I returned to Rochester on Feb. 8th, 2007. By May, I was in peril with a localized pain in my side. I ended up in emergency, and that is where my fun really would begin. They argued with me and said, We think your here for just a pain fix and we are going to release you. I begged and begged for an x-ray and eventually they caved. The x-ray revealed that my appendix was about to rupture. Within 45 minutes I was out and under the knife. The following morning, I overheard the Surgeon say to someone outside my door, that I was a lucky man. I was lucky because, my appendix burst while they were taking it out. The Surgeon told me that my appendix was badly scarred due to leakage prior to them removing it. The damage could have been done over 30 days or over the last 2 years. I was just glad to have it out. So from that point on, I would never use narcotics again. Shortly after that , I bought a bike and I returned to something that I loved to do. It would be tough over the next several years, but I would never give in or give up. Between 2007 and Jan. 2014, My biking and exercising would be off and on. I was just happy to be outdoors and biking. In 2012, I found a rehab place who made a special set of braces for my wrist to help me while riding my bike. Man, what a godsend they are because they actually work. Believe me, I went to a lot places before, but they were incompetent to manage my care. Without the braces my pain level would be a 10 out 10 + on a scale of ten. I still rode as much as I could being in pain. Since the accident, I have had to endure pain all the time. Right now, I meditate and take Ibuprofen, Naproxen, and Cymbalta(Non - narcotic), for nerve pain and depression caused by the pain. I will always have the pain, but I just keep marching on. Sitting at home is a cop out and only compounds the medical condition. In Jan. 2014, I was diagnosed with Type - 2 diabetes. I have changed my diet and I am keeping it at bay without medication. After abusing my body with bad foods I have purged my system and I am starting to feel great. It is amazing ,that by just cutting white sugar out of your diet., how much you can feel like a whole new person. Besides changing my diet and eliminating white sugar from it, I drink plenty of water through out the day. the only time I have any pop or something sweet., is when I ride for over 5 hours. Drinking water solely, will just deplete yourself of minerals, etc. Getting sick on the road is not any fun, so I stay hydrated. I have soda pop or Gatorade to balance my sugar and its been working.
On January 1, 2014, I started my current weight loss plan. I was 330 lbs. At the start and on July 1, 2014 I was down to 260 lbs.. So far I have lost 70 lbs. and I plan to lose the rest by Dec 31, 2014. A total of 140 lbs.( my goal is to be at 190 lbs.). You may ask, why I do this? First, my passion to ride started back when I was 14. I have learned how to live with pain, and in my heart this is what I believe. I was supposed to do with my life. I can't do what I originally wanted to do( to be a Professional Cyclist) but, by doing what I am accomplishing right now will fulfill my life. We all have greatness in us, we just need to learn how let it out. My sister died last September 27, 2013. She came home one day with a nasty headache. She laid down and slipped into a diabetic coma and passed away alone. She was a Type - 1 Diabetic. It was days until she was found. My sister is not alone, not anymore. She added to my aspirations to do this because of what happened to her. So I ride for her, myself, diabetics and the disabled everywhere. My goal is to bike the world while aspiring greatness in everyone. If you are diabetic or disabled, that does not mean you can't still reach for the stars, you just need to find it in you. As for the "the Divide" and beyond, I can't wait. If you feel I could be a benefit to your group, organization, etc., please use my contact page to contact me.
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