Over the winter and spring he had a tough go; up at the Huntsman Cancer Institute they threw one of the heaviest doses of chemo at him that they've ever done, and that alone nearly killed him. They thought that four big rounds might be enough, but Jim mounted up and went for five (or maybe it was five and he went for six?). At any rate, he pretty much said "Bring It!" despite its toxicity to his body. And then despite that chemical blast, he had some further scares via scans this summer after the treatment was over.
But at this point, he is now cancer-free, and as a celebration of that, there was a gaggle ride last Saturday, with Jim leading the charge:
who not only made cool seasonal number plates (here's Ash still sporting hers as she preps for bed!)
(and....of course....nice bike!)