One person my father got a lot of strength from when I was diagnosed with cancer was my brother.
His reaction to the news that I had a tiny chance of surviving, hinged on a risky procedure which couldn't even guarantee a better outcome, yet alone success, was immediate. And gave him, and me, the hope we needed to carry on.
Instead of breaking down, or crying, like my parents and I had done, he immediately asked,
Not only was he looking toward the future and reminding my father that a small chance is still just that - a chance - he was willing to do his all to make sure I made it, no matter what the cost.
In my eyes, you'll be just as amazing as my brother: