HI @2MC
Anyone who did not have any concerns about this wretched disease stalking them could possibly be, in the words of my terribly un-PC and long dead grandmother, soft in the head. The degree of concern varies from person to person, but doesn't that apply to all aspects of out lives that qualify as threats?
The joys of 2020 have revealed exactly how cavalier some folk can be in the face of what others consider desperate circumstances. And how different we can be. 'Nah, it's not a thing' vs 'I refuse to leave the house until it's all over' Both responses to the same situation. Folk are strange.
I had a recurrence (after 10 years) and it was bloody horrible but I'd stopped obsessing about my disease at about the five year mark post first diagnosis. Prior to that, I was totally convinced it was going to kill me. Looking back, that was a significant waste of limited energy and resources, but there was no way I could have switched off. And nothing that was going on my head would have made any difference to the eventual outcome.
Four years after BC V2, I'm still not mentally 'over it' but I try to moderate my responses to every miniscule ache and pain. It's a pretty steep learning curve, but you do start to know what to mention to your GP (pretty much everything) and when you should push the panic button.
Will there be a BC V3 for me? Who knows; I won't spend every waking moment stressing about something that may, or may not, happen. Of course I think about it, I'd be soft in the head if I didn't, but I try to keep that noise down a bit if I can.
Hang in there. You are not on your own. Mxx