I will take my bracelet off and never put it on again! I've admired Lance forever. I’m not into cycling, yet I have followed his career, when he was diagnosed, I prayed for his health. He was strong, and stubborn, he beat all odds with a vengeance. Watching him race was a beautiful sight. I love this man. Then, when my Dad was diagnosed with end stage prostate cancer in 2004, we bought bracelets for more strength, for unity, and suddenly Lance wasn't just an athlete any longer, he was hope. He gave us something to hold on to. We, all together or alone…everywhere we went, we proudly wore our LIVESTRONG, we weren't alone. We were connected to others who were proudly wearing the same, yet living this horror of cancer, all of us, together with Lance, a man who went through it, and came out stronger and better. A man of honor who when things looked the darkest for him, kept pushing, with determination and honesty...A man like my Dad...this connection for me is so strong. This bracelet lifts my heart. My Dad passed away in 2005, proudly wearing his LIVESTRONG, one of the many who fought the good fight, but left us too soon. He was part of something bigger than just a statistic, he, we belonged to LIVESTRONG, and the hope and comfort it brings. My sisters and I still wear our bracelets, I still wear the one I was wearing the day my Dad passed away, I never take it off. It means so much to me. Fast forward to last week. My heart is broken by this news. I never thought Lance was involved in doping, I thought he was above it, an honest man with integrity and honor. One in a million. Lance is LIVESTRONG, he is the face of hope. And when that face is that of a liar, a manipulator, for me? I can't wear it with pride anymore. I feel sort of lost about it. Devastated! I wonder if there are any heroes left, my Dad may have been the last real man of honor I will ever know. Lance has broken my heart. I will not wear this bracelet any longer.