I have cancer.
No, not the little crabs we always collect on the beach in Italy, my cancer is a disease. You can’t see it at the moment, it’s inside me, hidden in the tiny cells that my body is made of. My doctor found it anyway, thank God.

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Accept help, keep your environment positive and choose your companions “smart”.

Many people worry about others finding out about their illness. Be it because of their career, their credit rating at the bank or the loss of their identity and the accompanying label as a cancer patient.

It is also often deeply ingrained in us that we have to solve our problems alone.