Hi Milton,
I have to weigh in on this on also. People tell me all the time how "brave I am" and that I am a "warrior" and I look around the room to see who they are talking too because I am NOT brave, I am NOT a warrior and I'm just as scared as the next person with this disease! The choice between treatment and death is pretty much a no brainer. I realize that there may be a few who might opt for the latter but I have yet to meet them (and certainly they wouldn't be in our little group). Maybe I should qualify the "scared" comment I made earlier. I was scared in the beginning, now it's more like just an "unpleasant task" I must deal with every day. Some days being better than others. The unpleasantness sometimes dimishing (hopefully). I would trade this (as Joanna says) in a "New York minute" to go back to my old self. If there is any semblance to bravery it would have to be that we are willing to share it for the good of others, meaning we have to confront our experiences a lot more than maybe we are comfortable. But there are rewards for being in service to others so does that really count as bravery?