60M 4 60th Bday-Run for RIVS (Tommy Rivers Puzey)
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I’m Running 60M for my 60th Bday to raise money for Tommy RIVS GoFundMe page. Like so many in the running community, I’ve followed RIVS’s extraordinary battle with primary pulmonary NK/T-cell lymphoma closely. Reading his Wife’s Steph’s hauntingly beautiful posts tug at your heartstrings. Brother Jacob and Dad Kim share positive messages and regularly engage as we follow along.
Over 5 months of hospitalization, 6 rounds of chemo, RIVS lost 70 pounds of muscle, withering from his 170 pound race weight to 98 pounds. He had to relearn how to talk, swallow, and chew and move his fingers, toes and limbs.
People around the WORLD galvanized. Rooting for him. Praying for him. Riding and Running miles for him.
I’ll be out there 1/29, Running 60 Miles for RIVS, hoping to tap into the big LOVE the running community has for RIVSS☠️ to raise money for his beautiful family! I’ll be on IG/FB Live so people can join me for some virtual miles and may have a few friends share some socially distant miles, too. Let’s HELP this beautiful HUMAN! Let’s GO!!!
(cont’d below)
Please read Wife Steph’s words below on what’s next for RIVS:
And so begins round 2 of his fight. The goal is to rebuild strength and gain weight in anticipation for yet another course of chemo, should he relapse as medically suggested. The hope is that if or when he relapses, he will have had enough time to rebuild his strength and lung capacity to endure another 4-6 rounds of chemo, followed by a bone marrow transplant.
It has been difficult, to say the least. But Rivs is….Rivs. He is epinonimous. There really is no one like him. I could write in metaphor and parable for centuries and never successfully express his grit. His heart. His resolve. Every doctor has told me “if it were anyone else, he’d be dead.” A trite and sobering statement, but I’ve witnessed its truthfulness firsthand.
So we brace for the worst but hope for the best. I’ve seen him defy the odds, become the confluence, arch on the pendulum, stand in the fires of liminality, and grow towards the light. I’ve watched his body wage war with the space in between. I’ve seen it poked and prodded and medicated beyond human capacity.
I saw his spirit and it was fierce.
It saw his body and it was savage.
They both want to live.
And so he will.
So he will.
Over 5 months of hospitalization, 6 rounds of chemo, RIVS lost 70 pounds of muscle, withering from his 170 pound race weight to 98 pounds. He had to relearn how to talk, swallow, and chew and move his fingers, toes and limbs.
People around the WORLD galvanized. Rooting for him. Praying for him. Riding and Running miles for him.
I’ll be out there 1/29, Running 60 Miles for RIVS, hoping to tap into the big LOVE the running community has for RIVSS☠️ to raise money for his beautiful family! I’ll be on IG/FB Live so people can join me for some virtual miles and may have a few friends share some socially distant miles, too. Let’s HELP this beautiful HUMAN! Let’s GO!!!
(cont’d below)
Please read Wife Steph’s words below on what’s next for RIVS:
And so begins round 2 of his fight. The goal is to rebuild strength and gain weight in anticipation for yet another course of chemo, should he relapse as medically suggested. The hope is that if or when he relapses, he will have had enough time to rebuild his strength and lung capacity to endure another 4-6 rounds of chemo, followed by a bone marrow transplant.
It has been difficult, to say the least. But Rivs is….Rivs. He is epinonimous. There really is no one like him. I could write in metaphor and parable for centuries and never successfully express his grit. His heart. His resolve. Every doctor has told me “if it were anyone else, he’d be dead.” A trite and sobering statement, but I’ve witnessed its truthfulness firsthand.
So we brace for the worst but hope for the best. I’ve seen him defy the odds, become the confluence, arch on the pendulum, stand in the fires of liminality, and grow towards the light. I’ve watched his body wage war with the space in between. I’ve seen it poked and prodded and medicated beyond human capacity.
I saw his spirit and it was fierce.
It saw his body and it was savage.
They both want to live.
And so he will.
So he will.
Organizer
Ron Romano
Organizer
Weehawken, NJ