Tuesday was an amazing day. I went in to treatment believing all was going to be well, but prepared to hear that the cancer was still alive and kicking. I had started thinking about more help with kids, meals, etc... But, I really thought the PET scan would prove that cancer was out and good times were on their way. I am far from through with this whole ordeal, but the cancer is gone, dead, no longer thriving inside of me. I have not felt this lite in so long. My life has been pretty heavy lately. There is this bright light at the end of this really dark tunnel! I have to finish the chemo, which means 4 more treatments. My final treatment will be July 30. I get August off, then dive into radiation for 6-8 weeks. I honestly don't know what to say. There have been times when I have felt so disconnected to this disease and times when I felt so consumed by it I could barely breathe. Right now I am almost in denial that it is even a part of who I am. I feel so lucky. There was another woman in getting her treatment on Tuesday and I really think the chances of her making it are not so great. My joy was mixed with sorrow knowing that I will make it through this and she will most likely be taken. Cancer sucks. I think it was a wake up call for me. My life is about to start over and I don't plan on wasting a minute of it. Thank you all, for all of your support. I couldn't get better without all of your help.