This morning, my 13-year-old son asked me to come watch a show on ESPN with him. I’m more of an HGTV gal, but I said ok. I learned about an amazing man who just died of cancer – Stuart Scott.
The battle metaphor was heavily used in the piece, with a clip of Scott saying that as long as he’s still alive he hasn’t lost the battle. I spouted off — briefly — about how dying of cancer isn’t losing a battle, it’s dying of a disease that can’t be treated. Losing a battle, I explained, implies that you could have done something more.
Scott’s memorial show went on to show his acceptance speech for an award over the summer. What he said was pure gold and if you haven’t seen it, watch it below. This made me want to stand up and cheer.
I also realized something else recently. I said, I’m not losing. I’m still here. I’m fighting. I’m not losing. But I’ve got to amend that. When you die, that 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. So live. Live. Fight like hell.
Good, good stuff in that speech about the nature of meaning in our life too. I’m sorry such a wise, grounded man is gone.