I was on chemo within weeks of my diagnosis.
Everything in my life came to a halt, I could not leave the house for 6 months for fear of catching something in Woolies, Byron Bay from tourists all over the world, or all those festival attendees who bring their germs from afar... then my legs gave out towards the end so I didn't even get out of bed.
I got everyone to come to me (no sick people,lol) and was surrounded by so much love, it gave the diagnosis some meaning for me.
I cancelled every engagement and refused all invitations.
I'd just retired but was still working a bit for a friend. I was gonna have some fun. 
I was in the middle of renovating my beachside retirement pad.
Within 2 weeks I had turned my life upside down.
All work on the house ceased, I couldn't stand the activity.
But I had no time to wait - I told my 5 children, in 5 different ways, separately.
I'm so glad that all my plans were optional and could easily be delayed (longer than expected, lol).
It took 6 months until I had my first operation.
You're not gonna be in any pain. Does everyone know?
That's the hardest part - making everyone sad...