For a list of survivor stories by cancer type, click the Type of Cancer and follow the link at the bottom of the page.
Where Cancer Won’t Go
by Jennifer Vorraro
Cancer isn’t picky. It doesn’t care about your hair color, your childhood, or what type of degree you hold. It doesn’t care that you don’t have medical insurance, or that you haven’t had the chance to have children, or that maybe you do have children that need you. It doesn’t matter if you’re single, married, sad, or happy.
If Cancer Was a Gift
by Laura Parisi King, LMSW
It is absolutely maddening to me when people say that cancer is a blessing or a gift. “It wasn’t until I got cancer that I started to live my life,” they say. “I didn’t realize how wonderful my life was until I got cancer.” “After going through treatments for my cancer, I learned to meditate and started to take yoga classes.” “It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” ARGHHH!
Breast Cancer Survivor Deanna Favre Steps into the Limelight
by Laura Shipp
Deanna Favre, a shy, small-town girl from Kiln, Mississippi, has always been what she calls “a behind-the-scenes sort of person.” Though married to famed Green Bay Packers quarterback (and her high school sweetheart) Brett Favre, Deanna shied away from the limelight. However, in December 2003 during a Monday night football game, the limelight found her. As a grieving Brett led his team to an emotionally charged victory immediately following the unexpected fatal heart attack of his father, television cameras focused in on his concerned wife, introducing Deanna to a national audience she did not ask for. The next year, another family tragedy, followed by her own breast cancer diagnosis, led Deanna to become grateful for her celebrity status because she could use it to help other women.
Gayle, You Have Lung Cancer
by Gayle Zinda“Gayle, you have lung cancer.” I had just had a hysterectomy and a right hip replacement. Two weeks later, I had a left lower lobectomy.
A Quiet Battle
by Nancy Rodney
December 13, 2007, will be an emotional day for me. That’s the day when I will walk out of my surgeon’s office for the last time. That’s the day when I will officially be released from my annual checkups. What my doctor is saying by releasing me from his care is that he has total confidence in my continued good health. He is a man whom I have trusted with my life, and I have confidence in him. And in myself.
Through the Valley
by John Krejci
On my 69th birthday, I was told that my PSA was off the chart, an almost sure sign that I had advanced prostate cancer. Despite the relatively asymptomatic nature of prostate cancer, I was not greatly surprised. However, a definitive diagnosis of advanced, incurable prostate cancer is at best a wakeup call, at worst a life threatening judgment. My life would never be the same again.
Climbing Back from Cancer
by R. Sutton Wright
Twelve years ago, I was sitting in a surgeon’s office. He told me that I had stage IV cancer and that he had to remove my entire tongue, my voice box, and the large muscles on either side of my neck. I felt as if he was talking to somebody standing behind me. He couldn’t possibly be saying it to me.
Cancer at 22
by Lt. Mike Koprowski, USAF
Twenty-two years old. I could run a 5K in 21 minutes, sometimes without breaking a sweat. My bench press approached 300 pounds, as the ladies loved the broad chest and thick shoulders. I graduated magna cum laude from the University of Notre Dame with a degree in Political Science and History. I was commissioned a 2nd Lieutenant in the U.S. Air Force, on my way to flying on the E-3 Sentry. It all came so easily. Nothing could stop me.