I'm still trying to emotionally accept that the nightmare is over. It seems almost too easy, like it's just setting us up to let us down. It can come back, of course. But she's in remission now and totally done with treatment.
Whenever I think of oncologists, I always imagine how much it must suck to tell people they have cancer every day. I'd never really considered the other side of that. To get to tell someone you have completely cured them of a disease that would surely have killed them. It must be an incredible feeling, like beating Death at his own game.