"At 35-years-old, I was told I had metastatic breast cancer."
In 2015, at 34-years-old, I was diagnosed with stage II breast cancer.
I embraced the pink and the celebration once I “beat” the cancer. However, it was all an illusion. The pink washing and the pretty things blinded me to the truth and, one year later, I got slapped in the face with it: I was Stage IV.
At 35-years-old, I was told I had metastatic breast cancer.
A year has gone by now and my focus continues to be the same as it was that day I was slapped in the face: to live and to educate. We need a cure. I am dying for one and pink is not it.
- North Carolina
- West Virginia
- New York
- New Jersey
“Mr. Marcus, you have kidney, lung, and brain cancer. Stage 4. We are going to monitor you for the next 24 hours but there is not much we can do for you here. You need to go home and start making arrangements. At most, you have two years to live.”
I had a red circle on the right side of my breast, and I had lost twenty pounds despite the fact that I was not on a diet. When I went to the doctor their tests couldn’t find anything wrong, so I told them to check out this red spot.
My husband was diagnosed with Stage 3 Renal Cell Carcinoma (RCC). He had a total left nephrectomy on our 35th wedding Anniversary on Sept. 10, 2012. At that time there was no treatment that was available.