I remember those days as if they were yesterday. I was 36 at dx, and my children were in Jr. High. I remember sitting in my daughter's 8th grade graduation ceremony, hot flashing like crazy, wearing that ridiculous wig, and looking around at all those other mothers in the room. I knew none of them were wondering if they were going to make it to high school graduation. I had another daughter a year younger, and I was wondering if I would even make it to see HER 8th grade graduation. I was on the verge of tears the whole night, not from the joy of watching my daughter grow up, but from jealousy of those other moms who hadn't a care in the world, and from fear that this might be the last "special occasion" I would attend for my kids. I was totally miserable.
As it happened, I made the next 8th grade graduation, and I made both high school graduations, too. I'm still waiting for the college graduations, but that is because my girls are taking their sweet time about finishing school!
I've also seen my first grandbaby born, buried my father and my best friend, and made it a point to enjoy whatever life I have left as much as possible. Now when those special occasions come along, I try to remember to celebrate the fact that I am still here to enjoy them, rather than sit on my pity potty because I may not make the next one.
My words of wisdom are these: You could be hit by a bus tomorrow and be just as dead. Think of all the time you would have wasted worrying about cancer killing you if that were to happen! Don't give cancer one more minute of your life than you have to.
Love and hugs...