Heartwarming* story in IndyStar about a cyclist's fight with cancer. I've been a follower of the Fat Cyclist blog for awhile, so it's cool to read this in a similar vein with a more local touch.

Since the first time I was diagnosed with breast cancer, I was looking for people who understood how important exercise is to women with breast cancer. There's a moment when you're sitting on the exam table and doctors are changing your life forever that you think about who you really are. At that point, I realized I am an athlete and I wasn't ready for cancer to take that away.

I've been involved in bike racing for 28 years. During my treatments, I continued to ride. Two days after my second chemotherapy infusion in 2004, I won the state championship in the masters women's group on the Major Taylor Velodrome. Eighteen days after my final infusion, I won a national championship in Wisconsin.

I think biking helped speed my recovery because it helped me regain my strength. But on my four-year anniversary check-up in 2008, it was discovered the cancer had spread to my lymph nodes.

Full story here.

*Yes. I said "heartwarming." Shut up. I'll punch you. Hard.