I was recently invited as a guest on a self-care themed podcast, and was asked what was running through my mind the day I was told I had cancer. Unlike most people, the day I was told of my cancer diagnosis, I was bedridden to a hospital bed so I had no choice but to get comfortable really quick. The silence was deafening but also illuminating. It offered a way to detach and process the feelings in my own time. It took me out of the familiar and therefore I had no place to hide. My thoughts were swirling — surrounded by other very sick patient’s means that the odds are probably not in your favor.