Thursday, October 21st, 2010
“When I grew up, you didn’t hear the word ‘cancer.’
People got ‘the Big C’ and then you went to their funeral.
So, that’s what went through my mind. I had ‘the Big C’ and then next thing would be my funeral. I was scared to death.
My diagnosis was I wasn’t supposed to live the year.
And that was 14 years ago.
I went home and decided I would go to bed and die. My husband said, ‘You are not going to lay in this bed and die. I will not allow it.’
And I didn’t.
He took such good care of me. I feel like I’ve gotten a second chance.
Forget the statistics. I had a 35% chance. I wish I never heard that.
Every day I’m alive, I’m changing statistics.”
“I copped an attitude. Nothing can touch me. You don’t know where I’ve been. You can’t hurt me more than I’ve already been hurt.
Good or bad, it’s mine.
I’ve got living to do and I’m going to do it. Before you understand life, you have to look death in the face.
Then, you understand life.”
Mary Lou Poteat | 71 | Fort Pierce, FL | wife to Ed | mother of Lamarcia, Melenda, Lucretia and Doug | retired beautician
Diagnosis: Inflammatory Breast Cancer Stage III May 1996 | R Mastectomy August 1996 | Chemotherapy May – August 1996 | Radiation 1997 | Survivor