The very longest morning of my life....

I woke up Wednesday morning, got the kids off to school & waited, & waited, & waited...around 11am I thought it might just be time to take matters into my own hands. I called my aunt who works for my GP to see if we had any word...none...but she gave me a different fax number to give the lab so I called to check in. The lab lady was wonderful. She told me that the results had been sent to my oncologist but the number she had for my GP didn't work & understood how anxious I was so she'd rush them over to him. I decided to give a call to my oncologist's office too. I didn't want to get the results from him, especially if they weren't good, cuz I had a better relationship with my GP. The oncologist's receptionist told me he usually made those phone calls at the end of the day so she'd leave him a message. By this time it was noon & I knew everyone would be at lunch so I was gonna have another hour to wait...my phone rang at 12:30 and the caller id said it was my oncologist's office....I held my breath cuz if he usually made those calls at the end of the day & he was calling me during lunch, it might be very bad news...
I answered the phone and at the other end was the head nurse that did my chemo sessions...I asked her how she was doing...her exact response 'I'm doing good, but YOU'RE doing GREAT!'...that took a second to set in...I asked her what that meant exactly and she explained to me that my scan showed NO cancer...NONE!!
I thanked her for calling me so early and as I hung up the phone, I collapsed on the porch floor...I sobbed...I don't think I even realized how stressed out I'd been...I couldn't stop crying and finally these tears were good ones...I did sit & think a minute of the many months back that I had sat on the same porch with tears falling down my cheeks and wondering if I'd even be in this world by the end of the year...now I sat here, same tears, same cheeks, very different emotions.