From the moment I was first diagnosed, I was thrown in the common metaphor of being “at battle” with cancer by those around me placing their own labels on my experience. This has never sat well for me and often left me feeling isolated because I felt the complete opposite of how people described my “heroism” and “strength”. There was not an ounce of courage or warrior woman inside of me when I was given those labels. I was/am merely living with an illness as millions of other people do with other conditions and circumstances. I squirm at the suggestion that just living with my condition somehow equates me more to a fighter and warrior than anyone else.