I'm so sorry @"Annie C". Everyone.
I shake my head in bemusement when I read about people saying they're grateful for their cancer, that their lives are better now. I mean, good on them, but there's no way my life is better for my cancer, my sister's cancer, my sister-in-law's cancer... What is this serendipitous nirvana they have achieved? Why does it elude me?
I get that one in two of the western world will get some cancer in their lives. I'm not so oblivious to think that it wouldn't be me. I wish it hadn't happened to me at 51. But recognise that it's better than 41. I'm also keenly aware that I am NED, when many are not.
If wishes were horses then beggars would ride eh? I hope we all find some anger free contentment somewhere along the line.