Thanks @TopOfTheCliff - I'll listen to that in a minute whilst tidying the kitchen. My favourite response was from a friend who'd had cancer and her husband had died from it, which was basically, "I'm sorry. It's shit".
When I looked at my calendar, I realised actually today was my last day of chemo a year ago not Saturday. Obviously, as I had my chemo on a Wednesday so the anniversary must've been a Thursday, that's the sort of thing I would've worked out beforehand before I actually had the chemo that fried my brain. it wasn't actually clear whether or not it was going to be my last day at the time, or whether I was going to have another one so I didn't really celebrate the end then. As I have my checkup appointment tomorrow, I don't think I will celebrate it today, could be a bit premature!
In terms of work, because I'm self-employed, I worked all the way through treatment. I was really lucky to have existing clients and enough work to do, but when those projects came to an end I didn't feel quite ready to go out and look for new clients, partly because I was having a recurrence scare and a biopsy. I had actually started to feel okay about creating a new work but then I've had this other operation, so everything has been up in the air again. I've got some good plans though, and actually the cancer has given me an opportunity to stop doing work. I was getting pretty fed up with and pivot slightly to do something else to give me a better quality of life.