Does anyone feel that, even after (hopefully) successful curative surgery, the whole experience leaves everyone involved with a lingering knot of a anxiety/dread, like you've been robbed of the carefreeness you had. I'm constantly freaking out over any + everything that happens & scanning myself for possible 'signs' (I'm sure GP is getting fed up) and obsessing over everything my partner (who had the diagnosis) eats, drinks, feels in an effort to feel we're in control!
Just never appreciated how this thing changes so much of you and your family.