Every Day I Fight

Every Day I Fight

Language: English

Pages: 320

ISBN: 1101983175

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

“When you die, it does not mean that you lose to cancer.  You beat cancer by how you live, why you live, and the manner in which you live.” – Stuart Scott

The fearless, intimate, and inspiring story behind ESPN anchor Stuart Scott’s unrelenting fight against cancer, with a foreword by Robin Roberts.

Shortly before he passed away, on January 4, 2015, Stuart Scott completed work on this memoir. It was both a labor of love and a love letter to life itself. Not only did Stuart relate his personal story—his childhood in North Carolina, his supportive family, his athletic escapades, his on-the-job training as a fledgling sportscaster, his being hired and eventual triumphs at ESPN—he shared his intimate struggles to keep his story going. Struck by appendiceal cancer in 2007, Stuart battled this rare disease with an unimaginable tenacity and vigor. Countless surgeries, enervating chemotherapies, endless shuttling from home to hospital to office and back—Stuart continued defying fate, pushing himself through exercises and workout routines that kept him strong. He wanted to be there for his teenage daughters, Sydni and Taelor, not simply as their dad, but as an immutable example of determination and courage.

Every Day I Fight is a saga of love, an inspiration to us all.

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whites or the blacks. It was when I got to college that all that seemed to change. There, I grew to embrace my racial identity at the same time that I reveled in the wonders of diversity. The result is that, today, I am comfortable among any group, anywhere. Today, I never feel like I don’t belong wherever I am. UNC was maybe 12 percent black at the time, but the number felt much higher than that. There were times when it felt like an all-black campus. We’d have all-black parties at Great Hall

dudes. I never got to meet Mandela, but early in my career I covered a speech he gave in Atlanta on his first trip to the States after he was released from prison—after twenty-seven years. Think about that: twenty-seven years behind bars for your beliefs. I remember watching him that day and thinking, This is one tough ol’ dude. You didn’t want to step to him in the street. No surprise that he’d been a boxer. He could take a punch. After my surgery, I had to do what Mandela was talking about. I

people at ESPN,” I said. “I got corporate executives, my bosses, this is true, who will text-message, ‘Hey, I heard you had chemotherapy today. Want me to stop by on my way home from work, pick up something to eat, bring it to you?’ Seriously? Who does that? Whose bosses do that? My bosses do that.” I’d debated with myself: Do I talk about all I’d gone through in the past week? It wasn’t pretty. But I had to keep it real. “But even with all that, the fight is still much more difficult than I

“Dude, this is a great present,” I said. “But I don’t want you missing your games.” “Don’t be silly,” he said. “This is fun.” Early in the second half, Sydni led a rush on the opposing goalie. She dropped a trailing pass to a teammate, who missed the shot. That’s when I noticed it. They’re double-teaming her. Didn’t matter, though. Five minutes later, another rush; Sydni banged it in. Now it was a party. Nurses were hootin’ and hollerin’ and high-fivin’. With six minutes left and her team

credit my parents for that. Something had been instilled in me that wasn’t going to let the irrational anger of strangers make me doubt my own identity. Even in first grade, I wasn’t going to be a victim. A little over a year ago, I got some heat for something I tweeted: “True racism is group w majority/economic/political power discriminating against others . . . Blacks/Hispanics can be ANGRY/RUDE but not ‘Racist.’” Man, you can guess how that went over. But I stand by it. Racism is the

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