Hi Marla,

 

You know my thoughts and prayers are constantly with you. .. . glad we found each other. . . and have been through all these years. . . together. . . you are like a sister. . . God bless you. . . and your dear Dan.  Keep me posted and know I'm here for you.  As always.  If it wasn't for Chuck and our Jimbo all those years ago and the magic of this thing called the internet. .  we were brought together. . . and yes we celebrate each and every day. . . Love ya. . .GGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO survivorsssssssssssssssssssss

 

Evie

 

Congrats, Evie....it's pretty cool to still be around here isn't it?  Chuck, I, too, had the two-year prognosis when I was diagnosed with breast cancer....I always told the doctor that someday I was going to die, but it wasn't going to be from breast cancer...and that was 15 years ago.
 
I go in Wednesday for an esophageal echocardiogram, which will allow them to look at the back side of my heart and determine if it is now strong enough to withstand valve replacement surgery.  I know it's not cancer that I'm surviving now, but I would really appreciate any prayers, thoughts, etc., to help insure that surgery is an  option for me.
 
Thanks!
 
Marla

Marla B. Pence Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming --- Wow! What a ride!!!!!

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To: cancer_survivors_gathering_place@yahoogroups.com
From: survivor@cancersurvivorsplace.org
Date: Sat, 22 Mar 2008 21:02:56 +0000
Subject: [cancer_survivors_gathering_place] Re: Spring! Glorious Spring!

Congratulations on 17 years cancer free, Evie.

I had my doctor sign a form stating that I was going to die in less
than two years. That was 10 years ago. The form was necessary for
Jackie & me to get into section 8 housing. Last week I apologized to
the housing people for living 8 years past my deadline. Those people
are great. I got a response of, "Don't apologize! You are doing great!"

Shalom,
Chuck