NYT - Inside the mixed martial arts studio, Stuart Scott lifted the black T-shirt that read, “Everyday I Fight.” Beneath was a footlong scar that bisected the ESPN anchor’s washboard abs. “It’s a sign of life,” he said, though it is the spot where cancer surgeons have opened his abdomen three times to remove parts of him. Scott’s fight continues. He has had 58 infusions of chemotherapy. He recently switched to a pill. But the drugs have not fully arrested the cancer that struck first in 2007, when his appendix was removed. It returned four years later. And it came back again last year. Each recurrence seems more dire, and yet after each, Scott has returned to his high-profile work at ESPN, ensuring that his private fight has become a public one. Friends, family, colleagues and strangers ask how he is faring. Yet Scott, 48, says he does not want to know his prognosis. “I never ask what stage I’m in,” he said recently over lunch. “I haven’t wanted to know. It won’t change anything to me. All I know is that it would cause more worry and a higher degree of freakout. Stage 1, 2 or 8, it doesn’t matter. I’m trying to fight it the best I can.”
I highly suggest reading the full article. Stuart Scott is simply the man. I fucking love Stuart Scott. He’s the man. People who don’t like him are hater idiots. For starters, he’s battling cancer and still has a thousand abs. Never rattled by anything, especially dickheads who try to make jokes about him. Meanwhile I can barely get out of bed in the morning. Sometimes I just lay there for hours while doing internet blogs. On the other hand, Stuart Scott is doing chemo in the morning and on ESPN at night. He just carries on, beating the world, and staying at the top of his profession. He’s a fucking warrior.