I remember that the morning after my own diagnosis: I sat up in bed, I put my feet on the ground, I started to cry... but only for about 60 seconds. Then I said to myself (out loud), "This disease is not going to kill me." I believed it then, and I believe it now. That was over four years ago.
As any patient (and their loved ones as well) knows only too well, treatment for cancer is a long and winding road. It is also an emotional roller coaster. From the moment of initial diagnosis it injects a strong element of anxiety into patient and family alike.