ABSTRACT
The diagnosis of my cancer had taken my life and turned it on its head. It was as if I was living in one of those little domes that you can buy in gift shops, the snow scenes with the little plastic houses. I was firmly trapped in a blizzard by some overzealous shaking. Along with dealing with the direct effects of the existence of my cancer and its treatment, I was being forced to adapt my outlook on life. I had to face up to some of the glaringly obvious facts that never enter the consciousness of average 25 year olds. You are mortal. One day you are going to die. If you do have a life it may not neces sarily be of the type you had envisaged in your dreams. You are limited by your own body. And these raised still more questions. How do you come to terms with death? What do you believe happens after you die? Do all things happen for a reason? Is there a reason for this experience? Significantly it taught me that, although surrounded and supported by people, I was alone. This was a tough discovery for an identical twin.
