u/Gumbanks12

Too many people have told me how brave strong even heroic I've been for surviving colorectal cancer.

I heartening and I love my friends. I also find it uncomfortable.

I didn't do anything! I was a leaf in a rushing stream. I was expertly treated by a couple of hundred of the most skilled and without exception lovely people.

I was hospitalised for weeks because I had post treatment radiation burns. On my bum. Is it brave strong or heroic that I cried out in pain during dressing changes? Or that I cried when a lovely gay nurse brought me a warm blanket at 4 am?

I survived. That's all.

Does anyone have reflections on that issue?