Herb Arbuckle

I lost my father to Prostate Cancer December 13, 1990 at age 82, less than a year after he was diagnosed, and far too late to save him. In the Fall of 1989, he had been complaining of a sore shoulder. The reality was it was already in his bones, as was discovered just before Christmas of that year. When the Ride for Dad began in the Okanagan I was glad to pitch in and help support the fight to save others from the same fate. I don’t know why he wasn’t diagnosed earlier, but I suspect it was as simple as not regularly being checked by a doctor, when he badly needed to be checked, a factor we all now know as critical to successful treatment and survival.