The word “brave” is highly over-used. For example, many politicians call other politicians “brave” when voting for something that might cost them their job in a few years. I’d give you “principled” for that, but not brave. Pat Tillman giving up a career in professional football to fight in Afghanistan—now, that’s brave.

So is this article written by my old friend, Michelle Cottle, about her diagnosis with breast cancer and her choice to have a double mastectomy. It’s not just the decision that’s brave—it’s her incredibly positive attitude about the choice and her decision to write so honestly about it.

Through it all, medical professionals kept reassuring me that I was a prime candidate for a breast-conserving lumpectomy. And every time they delivered this bit of comfort, I thought: “That’s wonderful. Tell it to someone else.” Because, whatever the usual protocol, the one sliver of a silver lining that I could discern in this massive cloud of shit was the opportunity to finally put the girls out of my misery: screw a lumpectomy. This situation called for the full Monty.

Michelle is a really talented journalist and a f’ing strong woman. I tip my cap to her.