How do you react when the doctor tells you you are disease free (okay, he said "in remission")? I did not have one of those standing-on-a-mountaintop-legs-spread-wide-arms-stretched-to-the-sky-gazing-at-a-glorious-sunrise-breaking-over-the-horizon-while-angelic-choral-music-swelled-in-the-background moments.  No. I said, "Are you sure?"  My first reaction was disbelief.  Could there be some mistake?  Is it really, really gone?  Are you kidding me?  The doctor was adamant, the tumor is gone.  I am still trying to accept that.  After just about four months, it's gone.  I had heard stories from friends and on the internet about six months, eight months, a year or more chemo treatments and I was astonished my ordeal was over so quickly. Of course, they were "aggressive" as clinics like to describe their treatments.  From day one:  Radiation five days a week for five and a half weeks, chemo in a pump I wore 24/7 injecting cancer poison into me, and five hours of chemo at the clinic every three weeks. Actually, I had the last five hours of chemo boredom yesterday.  I guess that was the "one for the road" treatment. I would like to thank all my friends who responded to yesterday's post with their obvious joy that I came through this.  I can't tell you how much it meant to me.  My friend Catherine Henry sent me a link to Ray Charles singing "Hit the Road, Jack, and Don't You Come Back No More."  Very appropriate. I've been humming it all day