I think things we go through in life change us. We can let it affect us in either a negative or positive way. I used to be a real worrier, now I try not to 'sweat the small stuff' and just enjoy each day.
Once I was finished treatment, I didn't know quite what to do. I had been in treatment for nearly 9 months. I had a doctor poking on me during all that time. Blood work, tests, ect. Once that was over, I was worried that since I wasn't being examined or tested, that the BC would return, and I wouldn't know it. It was quite a while before I found myself putting that at the back of my mind and concentrating on today and not what could happen. Someone told me that 'you could choke on a hot dog and die'. That was my moment that I was able to look at myself in the mirror, pull up my 'big girl panties' and embrace my new normal. A normal that includes a previous Stage III BC. I know it can return, but after 5 years, I'm thanking God for the fact that it hasn't. I know the statistics show I will die from something completely unrelated.
HUGS. Hope this makes sense!