Today I’ve been thinking a lot about fighting our illnesses. I had coffee with an old friend and she told me about her recent bout of illness. I started reading The Fault in Our Stars by John Green, that also talks of fighting illness.
Whenever someone fights illness, She/He is always described as “strong”. “She/He fought hard against HorribleDisease”. “She/He fought until the very end.”
But what if She/He didn’t fight hard? What if She/He said, “Death, I am weak. I’m not really going to fight you. You are inevitable; I am giving up; I am letting go.”
Is that really any less strong or courageous?