Names?

When I was first diagnosed I was petrified and had no idea what my prognosis was going to be and it made me feel extremely fragile but I also didn’t like the cliches from people either. In fact I hated them I was not trying to be a “smart arse” with my suggestions just merely trying to make light of a shitty time in my life where I would of got a laugh don’t get me wrong I appreciated any lovely things I received, but too much of the “nice pretty” stuff got too much for me too and sometimes made me feel worse like people thought I might not get through it. Humor got me through and still does. I think we all handle our diagnosis, treatment and surgery in different ways, I still make jokes about my flat chest or my previously bald head and that’s my way of dealing with it. Others prefer the gentle approach which is great too. So perhaps @Hendrix  could do some “gentler ones” and some “smart arse” ones and then it gives family/friends a choice as to which box they think might suit best. Margie xx