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Co-developed in the R&D lab of Renfro Corporation, the world’s largest sock manufacturer, the RG1 is a firm compression sock designed for performance. With a thin body of moisture wicking and quick drying Olefin fiber, the RG1 sports a light cushion that is ideal for running and cycling. 

The PMC style features the text "PMC 2018" around the ankle while the Non PMC version does not.

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$9 to patients

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$9 to Resilience Gives

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$97 to patients

The campaign organizer uses proceeds for medical expenses or donates to a health-focused charity.

All available sizes will ship within 48 hours of purchase.


Featured on top of the foot near the toe, you’ll notice the expression, “fall seven, get up eight.” Throughout my life, and especially during treatment, I often found myself whispering this aloud. To me, the power of this message lies in its simplicity; it’s a modest yet mighty reminder of the fact that we all experience setbacks. Some are little, some are big, but it’s how we respond to these impediments that shapes our character.

Jake Teitelbaum

Exercise had always played a prominent role in my life, and when I was diagnosed with lymphoma as a 21-year-old, I was adamant about keeping it that way. Activity was my rock - as long as I was moving my body and sweating, I felt my prognosis was favorable. In fact, when I came home from my first chemo infusion, I took a nap, and then hopped on my mother’s Peloton to crank out an hour long ride. Needless to say, my stepfather was a bit confused when he came home and saw me on the bike.

I maintained this firm commitment to my active lifestyle well into the first four months of my treatment plan, and when the fall rolled around, I returned to Wake Forest University for my senior year. In addition to taking classes, I was running, biking, swimming, doing yoga, and rock climbing. In my mind, part of this challenge was not only about sustaining inner strength, but also managing how others interpreted my well-being. Was I scared to be vulnerable? Yes. 

Then, just after midterms I received a call from my doctor alerting me that the most recent PET scan showed the lymphoma clusters in my chest continuing to grow despite the chemotherapy. She very frankly explained to me that we would have to significantly dial up the intensity of treatment, and as a result, college was no longer a priority.

I started ICE chemotherapy immediately and eventually would graduate to a stem cell transplant. On day 19 of my stem cell transplant, I remember standing outside the shower, taping a dressing over my central venous catheter while the water warmed up. I found my eyes in the mirror. Buried in gaunt cheeks, they left nothing to question. I began to cry. I cried because the bathroom smelt like poop from the bloody diarrhea sitting a few feet away that I couldn’t flush until I showed the nurse. I cried because I was struggling to support the weight of my body, even though it was 20 pounds lighter than the day I was admitted. I cried because I felt like my body was decomposing while I still lived in it. I cried because I was pitiful. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t moving.

I thought resilience was about putting your head down and pushing through.

Standing there, my watery eyes eventually wandered down to my feet. There, looking back at me on the oddly grippy bathroom floor were my favorite pair of socks. I had forgotten to take them off and was about to take a shower. I stood there crying, hand clutched to my IV poll, staring down at my naked and decrepit body dressed only in a pair of well-worn, orange and green Aztec patterned socks with an image of a wolf howling in front of a rising sun. Fixated on what was surely the quirkiest yet awesome pair of socks I owned, I began to feel the slightest smile creep slowly across my mouth. Starting in the corner of my quivering lower right lip, it eventually overtook my face and culminated in an awkward but very real combination of laughing and crying. Such is life.

I thought resilience was perseverance. I was wrong.

I learned that all of us have a breaking point, and it is at this point when we are most vulnerable, but when we acknowledge this vulnerability, we find strength in being our weakest self. We find strength in being a feeble naked, orange-and-green-wolf-sock-wearing hospital patient. Resilience is not about avoiding this at all, but rather, it’s about embracing it and rebuilding yourself piece by piece, moment by moment.

When I got out of the shower, I played a video my sister made for me—it was a conglomeration of videos from friends and family simply letting me know they cared about me. I recognized that I was broken, but I knew that I had others fighting to help me heal. I felt their support. I felt their love.

Gradually, day by day, my stem cells went about restoring my body, and when my absolute neutrophil count moved above 1200, I was discharged. Stepping outside for the first time in weeks and feeling that warm Florida sun, I sat down to bask in its glory, and then promptly vomited. Slowly, though, I would regain my strength, and as I healed, my mindset began to shift. No longer was I just thinking about getting through it, but instead, I began to think about using my experiences to pay it forward.

This had been one of the most formative experiences of my life, and I felt compelled to do something with it. Naturally, I thought back to my experience with those orange and green Aztec patterned socks. I thought back to the many patients I’d met who were having difficulty paying for their healthcare expenses. Each day, I was walking a little further, and each day, I was working a little longer on the concept that would become Resilience Gives. Seven months after being discharged from my stem cell transplant, I would cross the finish line of my first olympic triathlon.

Looking back on my experience, I realize my journey was hardly unique. For many people personally affected by chronic illness, we yearn to do something with our experience – to be a force for good for something that has deep personal meaning. This is what binds the #RGCommunity: we are hell-bent on using personal experience to inspire change for causes close to our hearts.


Our families take great joy in knowing that others are wearing their unique designs all around the world. Wear your socks proudly and tag #RGCommunity