Every Day I Fight
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“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.
From the Hardcover edition.
were. It was like this group project we were all embarking on. My first week at UNC, I quickly learned that this is what you did: You chilled on the “yard” near the undergrad library or you visited girls in their dorm rooms and just hung out. Fred and I both had girlfriends, and we made a love-song cassette mixtape for when one of us had the room to ourselves with our respective girl. If you came back to the room and heard the mixtape playing through the closed door, you knew to go somewhere
because I want to feed them, and I’m giving them their milk in the middle of the night and changing their diapers. I just love it.” He asked after Sydni and Taelor. Meantime, his older boys, Jeffrey and Marcus, were making their way around the banquet hall. Jeffrey came over. I’ve been around Michael when people approach him in crowds, and there is, by necessity, a look he gives people: polite but detached. But as Jeffrey approached, everything stopped. The outside world melted away. He rose and
played Division III schools, the Marine Corps, North Carolina State’s club team, and Division I-AA schools like South Carolina State and Charleston Baptist College. The quality of play was good, like a cross between semi-pro ball and junior varsity. I played for three years. We played on Sundays and practiced three or four times a week. I played wideout and cornerback and broke my ribs twice in my senior year—but wore a flak jacket so I didn’t miss a game. That year, I took it to Appalachian
DIE EASY CHAPTER NINE | NOW WHAT? CHAPTER TEN | BACK IN THE RING CHAPTER ELEVEN | TWO DATES AND A DASH CHAPTER TWELVE | POUNDING THE ROCK CHAPTER THIRTEEN | YOU BEAT CANCER BY HOW YOU LIVE CHAPTER FOURTEEN | DAD, IS THIS IT? CHAPTER FIFTEEN | BASKING IN THE GLOW OF THE NOW EPILOGUE Photos Acknowledgments Permissions Photo Credits Index About the Authors For Taelor and Sydni Yes, Stuart Scott was as cool as the other side of the pillow. But he was so much more than the hippest
a championship happen . . . and to host the postgame trophy presentation with Sydni standing just a couple of feet from the podium, it was suddenly too much: This, I said to myself, this is what I live for. I found myself choking up. I was moved by a confluence of factors: Father’s Day, Sydni’s smiling presence . . . and the fact that I was about to show off for my daughter. She was about to see her dad do what he does better than anyone on the planet. Go ahead and alert the ego police: I know