I'm really proud of my brother for handling everything
so well. During those years, there were times when I was jealous of
him, not only for the attention he received, but for his courage as
well. This little boy was going through so much and I still cowered
at getting my finger pricked. As I look back, I wonder if I would have
been able to make it through, not only physically, but emotionally as
well.
According to some people a person needs to be
dead in order to be a legend, or to have been famous, or well liked.
A legend to me though, is someone who has accomplished something incredible,
enduring many hardships and pains, and still comes out of it smiling.
My brother is a legend to me because he didn't
give up in a time that he might have. He is a legend because he survived
an illness that many do not. Now I look at him after being in remission
for almost 5 years, and I hope that someday if I am ever faced with
a challenge like his, I will have the same strength and courage he had.