My older sister.
When pregnant with her second child, she developed preeclampsia and had to have the baby delivered 8 weeks early via c-section. Coincidentally, it was three days before she got married, on a Thursday.
On Saturday morning, three days after her C-section, my sister got married.
Just under a year later, she found out she was pregnant again. Doctors and our family warned her against it, since she had a bigger risk of getting full-on eclampsia this time. But she carried her baby until eleven weeks before her due date, and had a c-section the Sunday just gone. When removing the placenta, the doctors found that it was discoloured and infected. My sister had been in mind-blowing agony the last three months of her pregnancy and no one knew why.
It's Friday now. Not even a week after her op, and my sister is back at home.
And that, my friends, is why I consider my sister to be the ultimate badass.