Am I Brave?

I have reflected on the 'brave' label too. A really good friend said to me 'I don't think I would be dealing with this so well if it happened to me'. I sincerely hope he never has to. And I think he probably would deal with it as well as I am, probably differently.

I do think that the accolade of being brave is a way in which are friends and relatives choose to show their support and love for us. You are right, we don't have a choice about cancer arriving in our bodies. I do think that we, humans, are very resilient and we can soak up a lot of mental and physical battering. Is that brave? probably not, but our resilience and us choosing life and choosing to get up everyday and go for that walk and look this horrible disease square in the eye is, I think, the better choice to make. 

I hope that I don't sound too 'brave'? There are many times over the last 13 months when I have felt truly mentally and physicaly battered and been tearful. And I have been so well supported and cared for by my family and friends and this has been the most life affirming thing for me. I am truly humbled, energised and lifted by this. 

Hi Shel1007, firstly may I wish you a belated happy birthday.  I hope you found space and time to celebrate you. 

Thank you for taking the time to read and comment on my post.

I agree, we now get a chance to really decide what this thing called life means to us. For some of us, we finally know, from this moment on, we only want to do it on our terms.  

Let's do it our way!

Wishing you well, hugs, Shaka 

Hi Dignahtee, thank you for stopping by and taking the time to respond to my post. 

You don't sound too brave at all! I make you right, us humans have a tremendous capacity to endure and triumph over adverse events.

I know that folk are often stumped and have no idea what to do or say to someone dealing with cancer. They feel they are paying a compliment. As in all things relationships, communication is key, we must each learn not to pinch our loved one's tender spots.

Being told I'm brave, is a tender spot for me.  It somehow negates my struggle to keep from drowning in this sometimes seemingly never ending sea of doom. Bestowing me with mystical powers which I do not possess.

Sometimes it is OK to say nothing and not try to make it better. Just knowing my people love me and are there for me lifts me up. It is just a pants situation isn't it?