Since being diagnosed with cancer:
I've been angry.
I've been sad.
I've felt robbed.
I guess I still feel those emotions. But maybe I think it is also I'm beginning to see something like this: I always thought I was on the 100 year plan (or maybe the 120 year plan!) and now cancer has made me see that most likely I am working on maybe the 40 or 50 year plan. But the big thing I missed is that those 50 or 60 years that seem stolen were never guaranteed to begin with. Each day is a gift, not just a means to next year.
My baby is beautiful and sweet and amazing. Every moment I get to spend with him is a lifetime of joy.