It's a weird feeling - I was diagnosed in April, but it's only today it's hit me that my life now falls into two neat parts - "Before cancer" and "After cancer".
I was sitting at my laptop merrily surfing, when I came across a profile I hadn't checked out. The first thing I noticed - Member since 21 April. Oh, I thought - "That's the day I went into hospital". Another one - member since 28 April. "The day my tumour was removed". 18 July - "The day I started chemo". Or even 10 April - "I didn't know I had cancer then".
Suddenly my perspective has changed. It doesn't matter whether an event was of earth shattering importance. Selfishly, all that occurs to me now is whether it happened before or after my diagnosis. I know in the grand scheme of things, my cancer isn't important - in 100 years' time it won't matter one way or another. But my whole outlook has changed. I don't know my prognosis but I do know that my life has changed irrevocably. Whether my cancer can be treated or not, whether I go into remission or not, my life will continue to fall into two sections: "Before cancer" and "After cancer"
