Cancer patients often hear the words: “You’re so brave! I could never go through that.” As if we have a choice or are selected based on our bravery. I know some are as the pretty-in-pink Wonder Woman who stares the cancer monster in the face, one stiletto heel on its chest with a fist waved in victory. That’s not me. Not to brag, but I’m a wimp. Any inner strength I possessed didn’t begin to prepare me for hearing the words, “You have breast cancer.” If I fought a valiant battle, it’s not because I was brave; it’s because I was scared.