During my recovery from the brain surgeries someone told me, “Oh Heather. You’re so brave. I couldn’t do what you’re doing.”
Ugh, that comment still makes my blood boil, even years later. I get that she was trying to be supportive or caring, but believe me that isn’t the way to go about it.
I am not brave. I am not courageous. I wasn’t climbing a mountain or swimming with sharks for Pete’s sake.
I was trying to not die.
hopeforheather 
So very true. I think sometimes people forget that people like you don’t choose the road, they just travel the one given. Thanks for writing.
You are spot on. If I’d been able to be angry, I would have been when people said this “courageous” thing. As it was I could only stare. I did, however, feel determined to be well. And grateful. Those two things. But courageous? yeah, no. thanks for this post!
Thank you. ❤️♥️
You were trying to live through hell and back. Many people give up. Maybe that was the courage she was looking at.
I imagine you’re correct. I have been close to giving up numerous times these past several years. Giving up seems the only viable option most days. Thank you.
Exactly. It’s not a path we choose. It’s like not knowing how to swim and being pushed into a pool, you’re not just going to sink, you’re going to do everything in your power to swim….to survive.