I didn’t have the pleasure of meeting Terry Fox. But he was close to me throughout his run.
I was diagnosed with non-hodgkins lymphoma in the spring of ‘79, at the age of 7. I was in/out of the hospital during Terry’s run. I remember seeing him as a beacon of light for me. Uncertain how my own battle would unfold, it was awesome to see another person fighting as hard as Terry was.
I was hoping to be able to see Terry when he would pass through Winnipeg, health permitting. Sadly, it wasn’t possible.
Years later as an adult, I was employed as a long distance truck driver. Frequently when I passed through Thunder Bay, ON, I would stop at his memorial to pay my respects to him.
To this day, Terry is the definition of courage that I think of when times are difficult.