I was one of those people who used to think that people with cancer pitied themselves, that they walked around looking like death because they had no other mindset. I only have one word for that: bullshit.
Through iy and my encounters with other cancer fighters/survivors, I have met some of the most incredible people. My sister and brother-in-law are both cancer survivors, my sister from cervical and vulva cancer, my brother-in-law from, well, take a wild guess (papillary thyroid cancer, if you didn't feel like guessing). They both hardly mention it, nor do they wear it on their foreheads. Both are incredibly strong, especially my sister. She amazes me every single day. There is no such thing as pity in her vocabulary, that's for sure.
Honestly, I can't wait for the day when I meet someone who is NOT a cancer fighter/survivor who looks at me and simply tells me, "Okay." I do not want people to keep telling me how "I'll be fine," and "I'm too young for this." Well, duh. Tell me something I don't know.
I'm glad my mother has the mindset that she does. She obviously understands what will happen when she tells people, and she is ready for it. She does not want anyone to pity her or ask her how she is all the time, because obviously, she's fine! We're all fine; we wake up in the morning, go about our daily routines, and count our blessings. Cancer sucks, and it's not on the "blessing" list, but I can tell you one thing: us Plaits/Mannings/Facketts/Layes do not let it hold us back.