I've always been active, strong, able, and the weakness of cancer therapy/surgery has made me rely on others, to the point of immense guilt, and adds to the depression, so I lie abed or on the couch, until time to go to work.
I am blessed with still having a 40hr/wk job, where I take care of others, in a rest home/assisted living environment, and it's no longer "Them" & "us", as I am now one of "them", it's just all "Us".

My post-surgery is very visible, and being able to help everyone with their problems makes me feel good, and gives others reason to perk up too, as they see me doing what they can no longer do, and I'm not much younger than some, at 69 (in June).

69yo male, Steam Engineer, Me=4,SCC=0, loving wife, living life as it comes (no other option)
We are all born from Mother, but live and die alone.
Make the best of it, Mommie did all she could, daddy was just a guidance councelor, the rest is ALL up to you.
...and now, 3rd occurance: Surgery 5/1/12