Climb for a Cure

I am turning my recovery routine into support for people beginning theirs.

My friend is in treatment, and every flight is a small message that she is not climbing alone.

A research trial gave my uncle more time, and I am climbing for the next breakthrough.

I recruited my apartment building because our stairs should do more than collect dust.

I joined for caregivers who keep showing up even when the climb is exhausting.

Research moves one hard-earned step at a time, which feels familiar from this stairwell.

I am climbing in memory of a mentor who approached every setback with courage.

I am training for my first mountain while raising funds for patient travel grants.

My family has benefited from compassionate hospital support, and now it is our turn to help.

I work on the twelfth floor and have finally run out of excuses to take the lift.