Hi Everyone. Some great comments here. I hate the 'positive' word too - I'll feel how I feel, thanks. And being endlessly told about someone else who had cancer - and your point is....? When I told an acquaintance I was frightened of having chemotherapy, she said, "Well, my friend Anne was told she'd be dead by Christmas unless she had chemo, so she had it and lived until the summer." There's also an acquaintance who, whenever I said I felt rotten, responded, "Well, at least you're still here."
I find it most helpful when people just ask, "How are you?" and listened to my reply.
I'll share one funny moment if I may. When I had my breast ultrasound I was told one of the problems with getting a clear reading was the denseness of my breast tissue. "Like a 15 year old." (I'm 60.) After surgery the dishy young consultant came on the ward rounds and (cue Miranda Hart) I revealed all and blurted, "Apparently I have the breasts of a 15 year old!" He looked down, hesitated, and said, "Not really."