I met Greg Ciciarelli in July of 1997. At the time of his death, I had known him over half my life. He was a son, brother, friend, but most importantly in my eyes - an Uncle.
Greg was my husband Matt's older brother. He was diagnosed with a Glioblastoma in November of 2006 (long before he was Uncle Greg) and given an initial prognosis of 18-24 months. For Greg, this was completely unacceptable.
For over 11 years (or 135 months) Greg battled cancer almost every day- only briefly in remission. Those that knew him best will jokingly remember Greg describing himself as a "complete physical wreck" before, during and after each treatment. Each time the cancer came back, it came back stronger and faster, but Greg never gave up....and we are glad he didn't.
Greg got to meet our 3 kids- Aaron, Faith, and Claire (and become Aaron's godfather). He attended every birthday party, baptism, holiday celebration, and sporting event he could handle....including the 6+ hour drive from Pittsburgh that came with these activities. He laughed with our kids, enjoyed the time with them, and ended every conversation with "Uncle Greg Loves You".
I did not intend to run another Marathon....in fact, I thought my marathon "career" started and ended in 2017. However, when an opportunity came up to participate in the Chicago Marathon on a fundraising team for ABTA, this seemed to be the perfect way to honor Greg's memory and provide a positive outlet for our family's grief.
Greg never wanted anyone to go through what he did. Please consider a donation to ABTA - thank you in advance!