His name is Michael, and he is my hero. You see, Michael has cancer. I am as healthy as can be and yet, I still complain when I am tired, or having a bad day. He hardly ever complains. He is my hero because he deals with chronic pain daily and also deals with having diabetes as well. He was diagnosed two years ago and has never once talked about giving up. He almost died last year (before we met) and has had minor heart surgery. I consider myself lucky to have him in my life.
I call him my hero because of his courage to face everyday in pain, he thinks more about my well being than his own. He hardly sleeps anymore because of the constant pain and yet, he makes sure that I get enough sleep. I watch him try and function each day, some days is better than others. I have read his medical reports and technically, he should be dead. But, he is a fighter and I am proud to be his girlfriend and sometimes his caregiver. I never complain anymore about anything and I defiantly don’t take anything or anyone for granted anymore. So you see, that is why Michael is my hero. If it were me who was dying of colon cancer, I would have probably given up, but not my Michael.
