I did the Cancer thing 6 1/2 years ago. Seems like ancient history now. I had read one of Lance Armstrong's books where he described his Testicular Cancer in enough detail that, when I was told by the doctor that it was "just an infection" I was able to argue to see the oncologist. He took one squeeze on a Friday and had me under the knife on a Monday. (I have to agree with other posters that it doesn't become real until you tell loved ones.) One of the nice symmetries in my story is that the Tour de France had started that weekend - so my recovery included getting up at 5 am each morning to watch Lance kick ass. It became a tradition after that, and as I was able to use the Tour as the way of marking each of the years until I got to the magical five year mark where the doctors agreed I didn't need to worry.