...especially compared to what you and others here, and my own mother, have gone through. Mine is more of a nuisance, and quite often only about 3 or 4 on my list of serious concerns. But then again, I don't take much of anything about myself seriously, so I was determined to not take this that seriously either. It is what it is. Being bipolar has caused far more stress and strife in my life than the cancer will end up doing.
Mine is just thyroid cancer that had spread to my lymph nodes. A little over a year ago they took the thyroid out, along with 21 lymph nodes in my neck (the scar is amazingly thin for 120 odd stitches...my surgeon was fantastic, and funny as hell to boot). The healing was the worst part of the whole thing so far, as my neck is always sore now, and because they had to cut a nerve I no longer have any feeling on the top of my left shoulder, but that's not painful, just...odd. Did radiation last summer, but no chemo, and I have more radiation to go in a couple weeks...and then that may be it. All in all not the worst thing that's happened in my life.
About me: I'm 40, sadly divorced (my ex is a DUer named Angel, and she was/is one), no kids of my own (hers are both grown), one big ass cat named Frisco, who survived a coyote attack, making him a bigger survivor than me. Note the bend in his nose from where the bone split lengthwise down the roof of his mouth. He's tougher than I'll ever be, and a lot cuter too.
I'm a total music junkie, approaching 1000 cds (on top of decades of records and tapes stored away), a complete Godzilla geek (have all 28 movies...don't get me started!), and a flaming Liberal who has been into politics since my first protest rally, a No Nukes protest in '82. And depending on one's point of view I'm either a smartass or a dumbass, and I can live with either assessment. :)
Here I am a few months ago, in a particularly non-happy mood (December kicks my ass every year).