YANU.
I know when I was having radiotherapy after surgery for Breast Cancer, I wasn't fighting it or battling cancer. I just had cancer and was taking the treatment and, thankfully, it was an early stage cancer. When I saw people at The Cancer Centre, plenty of people with various cancers commented that they hated being told to be positive. They were offended that it implied that if the cancer returned or metastasised or they didn't survive it, it would be their fault for not having been quite positive enough.
I dislike it when I read (normally in a newspaper) of someone who battled the illness or fought bravely. I'm not sure it is brave to step on the rollercoaster of treatment or whether it is just something you do and you get carried along from one treatment to the next.
What I do think is brave is when people accept their demise and decide not to continue with treatment, perhaps against the wishes of their family, when they are told they are terminally ill.
Is it brave that the person with cancer continues for as long as possible to be who they've always been always and still showing their humour and character when inside they may be feeling despondent or frightened? What about people who don't and decide to have a pity party (although in the circumstances you would forgive them for doing so). Are they not considered brave? Aren't they all just being themselves?
Cancer is a dreadful disease but, there are so many other diseases that are all horrific too. I'm not quite sure why that should stand out from the others.
What about having dementia? Is that any less horrific than cancer? To know you have a disease that will rob you of your memories, your memory of wonderful experiences in your life, how to tie your laces, your memory of where you live, your memory of family, your memory of how to swallow, your memory of how to breathe. Do we ever hear of these people battling the disease or losing the battle which they'd bravely born? They knew how their illness would unfold and that must be very hard to come to terms with.
Do we just distinguish the brave as those who manage to stay cheerful in spite of their illness?