Bravery is:
Telling jokes before your surgery.
Telling even funnier stories after you’ve left the recovery room.
Allowing your sister to film you. And laughing later at the video.
Getting discharged from the hospital, and instead of going directly home, you arrive unannounced at the hair salon where your twins are getting their back-to-school haircuts.
Patiently showing your scars to your eight-year-old daughters once they decide to be brave and look. “Is it scarier than Harry Potter?” asked Lili.
My sister facing her cancer with fierce determination.
Bravery is laughing and making funny faces, even when it hurts.
