I'm Cycling To Take Cancer Message Worldwide.

Anything Is Possible. You Can Be Told That You Have A 90-percent Chance Or A 50-percent Chance Or A 1-percent Chance, But You Have To Believe, And You Have To Fight.

Everything In My Life Is In Perspective. Ok, Perspective Ebbs And Flows. I've Had Bad Days, But They Weren't In The Last Years. A Bad Day Is 2 October 1996: 'we've Got Bad News For You, You've Got Advanced Testicular Cancer And You've Got A Coin's Toss Chance Of Survival.' That's A Bad Day.

Nothing Goes To Waste, You Put It All To Use, The Old Wounds And Long-ago Slights Become The Stuff Of Competitive Energy.

I Know What Happened To Cycling From 1999 To 2005. I Saw Its Growth, I Saw Its Expansion.

The Truth Is, If You Asked Me To Choose Between Winning The Tour De France And Cancer, I Would Choose Cancer. Odd As It Sounds, I Would Rather Have The Title Of Cancer Survivor Than Winner Of The Tour, Because Of What It Has Done For Me As A Human Being, A Man, A Husband, A Son, And A Father.