I have been dealing wiht this question for days now. What is brave and am I brave. A wonderful man just passed away two days ago, everyone speaks of how brave he was. Then there is all the media around Farrah, also being called brave. I don't want to take anything about their story and make it look like I am being negative about it, it just has me wondering.
People refer to me as being so brave during chemo. Let me tell you friends - I was not one bit brave. I was the biggest chicken $hit you will ever find. Before every single chemo I had to take valium just to walk in there.
So are we brave just because we wanted to fight cancer and not die?
I remember Marie telling us the story of Mareille who did not want to be brave, because when she heard that word that meant bad things were coming. I don't want to be brave either.
So what do you think? Are you brave? What makes us so brave?
I swear on my obit I want it to say " she fought cancer back in 2007, she whined, cried and belly ached the whole time, she was a bonafied chicken $hit."












