Once again thanks for everyone's support.
I continue to feel mentally good, which actually surprsises me considering the potential gravity of the situation.
I wass chatting to a phsychologist friend of mine over kitchen bridge, who is doing a trial on whether writing notes/diary on major health issues is of benefit or not. The patients are divided into three groups; one group write nothing, a second group write about their illness and a third group write about anything but their illness. The results are not yet out, but the theory is that writing about one's illness is theraputic.
However, whilst in hospital waiting for surgery (this was for biopsy purposes), I wrote 7 pages to my oncologist, which I suspect he politely took before consigning to the dustbin! Did I naturally hit upon the mental key?
I just wonder if writing and talking about these things really is of major benefit as per my friend's theory.
Anyway I repeat that I am a pretty happy person right at this moment even though I don't understand why. I don't think that this is because I am in any way exceptional; I'm just very, very lucky.
Once again thanks for all the support.