And that’s when friends stepped forward for him. He had support from friends who were willing to help him along, friends like Saban and a woman he had become close to in Michigan named Pam Blanchard, a district manager for Sears.
He remembers when he was in prison, about how he had so much time on his hands, about how he spent a lot of time thinking about the women he had been with during his life.
He also remembers realizing they were shallow relationships, based on his being an athlete, not coming with the support he was getting from Blanchard.
“I told her you could roll them all up together and they don’t come close to approaching her,” he said.
Marbury is fighting the fight.
“The diagnosis hasn’t changed,” he said. “But in my PSA tests that were 294 when I started have been down to zero.”
It is something to grab hold of, a ray of sunshine that is magnified by the support he is getting from friends.
“I wake up every day and find I love the little things in life,” he said.
He suddenly finds himself at times being that little kid who played with Saban in the peewee leagues of West Virginia. He’d seen a whole lot, played football in college and professionally and had come back to one realization.
“I was happier when I was playing for ice cream,” he said.
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