I try my best not to cry. I am so happy I want to walk out and scream to the world “look at me, I am cancer free, I am going to live, I am going to change the world someday, my time here is not done!” Dr. Barandes said to go out and have the best meal I could think of since I had been on the terrible diet. I missed dairy so much the first thing I did was eat a parfait from Hot and Crusty, YUMMY! I send text messages to all my family and friends and cry on each single one message sent. I am so happy but I needed to thank Jesus and Mary who never left my side. I remembered the church right by my job, St. Ignatius of Loyola, and look at the sign that says mass at 8:30AM. It was 9AM but I was hoping it was not over yet. When I enter the priest is handing out the Eucharist and I was the last to take it. I pray and cry, I am sure people must of thought I was a lunatic, especially since I was not from the parish, but I didn’t care. Thank you, thank you, thank you Lord, I am CANCER FREE! I walked to work feeling like every breath was a new one, a gift from above. There was one coworker I had to tell the news to. I had only told her and two of my other closest colleagues about my situation, because cancer is something that is hard to speak about without feeling inhumane. We embraced and tears welled in both of our eyes. I was so happy I could dance. But cancer free did not mean the end of the rollercoaster. Receiving a total thyroidectomy made me susceptible to the thyroid disease, and I became hypothyroid once again. I felt extremely depressed and couldn’t wait until my monthly endocrine visit for a new dosage. School and work would be starting again soon and the summer was almost over.