There are a lot of people out there that think that if you have cancer, you’re some sort of hero when you’re brave in the face of it. While there is something to that, facing your own mortality up front and personal, it’s not like you have much of a choice, and it doesn’t make you heroic.
Heroism, for me, is reserved for all of the women who went before me. The ones who braved chemo before they knew how to dose. Those who did chemo without any anti-nausea medication because there wasn’t any. The ones who survived only because their bodies wouldn’t give up. There is no discount for the countless others who suffered or died so that the rest of us wouldn’t have to go through what they did.
My wig is off to all the true heroes for whom I’m grateful that I can sit here and tell you how easy I really have it.