In the year 1999, shortly after my sixth birthday, doctors told me I was in remission from my lymph cancer.
In the hospital where I was treated, a charity organisation would send kids who beat cancer, over for a week of moutaineering camp in the alps.
In the last day of camp, all the kids were taken to walk on top of a mountain nearby*. The steep path symbolically represented the challenge that fell upon us with cancer, and making it to the top meant we had met the challenge.
Since then I have swapped my hiking shoes for cycling ones, but I still aim for the top of the moutain nevertheless.

If one six years old can climb a mountain and give hope to hopeless parents, I'm sure millions of adults can cycle up the Alpe d'Huez and give hope to helpless kids.

Every mountain has an end.
Never give up.

*Le Prarion, 1969 meters.