A few friends have told me similar things - I guess the real issue is that I was given a diagnosis "Cancer" and really while I know it's true that I have it, until I go through a TURBT, there are no details or information on what kind, type, seriousness, or any hard facts. I temper my own freakouts on the size - small (8mm) versus some of the advanced cases I have read about being stage 1 or 2 having much larger tumors (2CM+) and then you read about a few cases where tumors my size have been much more involved than thought, so maybe there isn't a rule of thumb...
So last night over a very nice Bourbon - I have decided that until Pathology comes back, everything is meaningless. Because I figure thinking about 'what ifs' is a terrible state. I have gone so far as to control the knowledge of my illness and have only informed kids, wife, brother, 2 or 3 friends, and my wife's parents simply because there is no information on my illness yet. Maybe I'm being silly, but I think it's just too difficult to have a conversation like "I have cancer, but I have no idea what kind, how involved, aggressive or non... All I know it's in my bladder and in 45 minutes will be fully removed (to quote my doctor...)"
I have so many mixed feelings and survivor guilt issues on this -