When my DH was diagnosed with suspected prostate cancer last year, he wouldn't let me tell a soul. He wanted to get biopsy, scans, hospital appointments a secret for a while. We told our DD only when he had had it confirmed, not when it was only suspected. He then swore her to secrecy as we were going on holiday with my sister and brother-in-law, and DH said that although they wouldn't mean to, they would treat him differently. We only told them after the holiday. They were amazed at how normal we had been behaving. My sister said we should receive an Oscar for our acting abilities! I don't think you know how you will react to something like this until it happens. I thought I would be a gibbering wreck and wouldn't be able to hide it, but I wasn't. It was hard. There were times when I was with someone who was complaining about a trivial ailment and I wanted to scream. I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach for all the months we kept it quiet. When we eventually told people, everyone was lovely and supportive. Thankfully he has had a happy outcome. He never once complained or said 'why me?' I'm not sure how I would be if it were me.