I walked into my oncologist’s office this past Wednesday, February 13th and after saying hello the first words out of Dr. O’s mouth were “Looking Good.” I was thinking, “Well I know that doc.” Then I realized that he was talking about my numbers.
My urologist, U3, checked my numbers in January and they were down. Excellent! Dr. O is checking me in February. The test results show that my nemesis Brutus is still with me. He keeps fluctuating. We will continue to keep an eye on him. I am not worried at the moment.
Dr. O appeared to be a little confused. He basically did not understand how I could be doing so well. He shrugged his shoulders and moved his hands toward the sky with his palms up.
So we talked. Let me get this straight doc. Since I am not on active treatment, like you had requested, you do not understand how I am doing so well. Maybe it is because I am not on active treatment. He smiled. He told me that for now we would continue with doing nothing. That is correct doc. I agree that is what we are going to do. I appreciate the consultation, but Dr. Bad Ass Brown already knew what was going to happen.
He asked about my pain. I reminded him that Dr. Bad Ass Brown does not have pain. Just discomfort. I told him that when the discomfort hits that I have been taking more medicine than he had originally prescribed. One pill just does not help. The increased dosage helps with the discomfort. Also the discomfort has not been as bad the last few months. So we were good there. I told him that I was feeling good, and that I was happy.
We set up another appointment. As I was leaving I wanted so badly to tell him that if needed I was available for other patient consults. Sometimes with humor I try to make a point. I decided to shut up. It was so hard not to make that statement.
“Looking good” is a common statement I hear from people that have not seen me in a while.
I do have to ask myself a few questions once I hear that comment. Does this person not realize that I am Kevin “MF” Brown and that I always look good? Right Sharon!?
Are they making the comment because I look good for a 59-year-old? Is the comment being made because I look good for a man with cancer? Bingo, I think we have a winner.
What people do not realize is that a person’s outside appearance tells them nothing about what other things that person might be dealing with inside their body. I look good. I have been feeling better. BUT, I am not well. I have cancer. For now it does not appear that it is going to change.
I will never get tired of hearing people tell me that I am looking good. It reinforces my idea that I am winning. I still have the upper hand. Brutus will just have to wait for his day.
Sorry, but I am going to interrupt this essay for a moment to discuss another deep investigative journalistic question that people seem to want to know. No, I do not color my hair. I cannot tell you how often I have been either accused of coloring my hair or asked if I color my hair. No I do not. Stop being a hater. If you look closely you can see some gray. Look closer.
I have been blessed with my grandfather’s hair. When he died he had a full head of dark hair with just a little gray. I inherited his hair. I also inherited his cancer. So with that in mind I would rather be bald without cancer than have dark hair with cancer. I would take a bald no cancer Kevin any day. ANY DAY! Now back to regular programming. Where do I pick up my Pulitzer?
During the summer of 2015 around 1,303 days ago I was sitting in my family doctor’s office talking about my tests results. He let me know that the results were not good. He did not need to wait for the results of a biopsy or any additional scans. He told me that with a number that high that I had cancer. A biopsy later confirmed the cancer, and the process began.
Since then some days have been good, some days bad, and some…oh well I was breathing. No matter how you feel the day still happens. With the passing of each day you have a sense of victory. You put those days together and it looks pretty impressive.
I am kicking Brutus’ ass. Look at the score. I took the picture Friday when the score was 1,301 to a big fat 0 for Brutus. I have won each and every day and I do not see that streak coming to an end anytime soon. Now some of those wins have not been pretty. I along with my team have made some errors, but I will take the “W” no matter how it comes about. Brutus, well he needs a closer to lock down the late innings. He has not yet found one.
As for my team we just try to play the best game possible waiting on our chance to score. Hit and run. Steal a base. We do whatever it takes knowing the importance of the moment. We have done well.
In his great speech Stuart Scott talked about living and dying with cancer. He said the following:
“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.”
With that in mind I know that I will beat cancer. I also realize that one day Brutus will probably go from 0 wins to 1.
Some say that when a cancer patient dies that they have lost their battle with cancer. The idea that you lose to cancer is wrong. How can you lose when the score is 1,303 to 1? You do not lose.
You win by showing Brutus that you are not afraid to live. You win by living the best possible life you can each and every day.
That is how you win. That is how an advanced patient beats cancer.
I have decided that I am going to try to change the focus of future posts. I want to move away from talking about how I am in a medical sense. No more talk of doctor visits and test results. I want to focus more on how I am beating cancer. I want to focus more on how I am living. More essays for my kids and grandchildren to have for future memories.
I will continue to write about cancer and my thoughts about the process. I just think for a while I want to stay away from talking about where I am in my process. We will see how that works.
So in the future if you have a question on how I am doing I want you to remember this:
I look good. I feel good. I am winning.
You amaze me every single time! Thanks for sharing your journey, your insights, and the truth about your hair color! Can’t wait for your next post! I know it’s gonna be good! Again.
Thank you Kris.
You are an amazing writer and an amazing man. Thank you for sharing your journey.
Thank you Cindy.
My favorite post by far Kevin! Keep kicking cancers ass!
Thank you Margaret.
Yes,Kevin you have always looked good & much younger than your age. Your attitude thru this disease has been awesome! I firmly believe a positive attitude helps in moving your life along. My mother had such a positive attitude when told she had breast cancer – she lived to be 90 years old!! You are winning big Kevin so always be positive & live each day the best you can & be thankful for each one of those days!! Love you!
Love you Sharon. Vida was a fighter. I like her will say what I think and let the chips fall where they may. I have memories. My ears are still ringing.
I also have some memories of you making me some great deserts in the past. I think that should also be the future. Could I get one of your homemade chocolate malts or how about a homemade chocolate chip pie. What did you say? I could not quite hear your. Ears are ringing. Both! Excellent. See you ASAP.
Kevin, I love to read your posts, you are so inspiring. Continued prayers ❤️🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
Thank you Melanie.