Two years ago at the ripe old age of 49 I was diagnosed with Stage IV breast cancer. I will never forget sitting in the room with a group of physicians and being told that with conventional treatment I probably had 14 to 18 months to live. I was then, and strive to be again, a healthy vibrant woman. I can remember telling my husband as we left the hospital that day that you would think if I was going to die I would at least feel bad. In the struggle to survive the feel bad came. Six months intensive chemo therapy and 38 rounds of radiation paid off and today I am delighted to say, to everyone's amazement, I am in remission. Is it a struggle? You bet, every day is a struggle to return to the person I was before the intensive drug regiment reduced me to 98 pounds and caused a good deal of damage to my heart. What I want everyone who reads this to know is that every woman who faces a breast cancer diagnosis has hope. Hope for a tomorrow.

Angie Buie
Stedman, NC