Everything. All of my stress, all of my pain and all of my emotions are suddenly put aside when I hear the words, they "got it all". The cancer has been cleared.
Thank you, Jesus, it's gone!
My logical center is saying, "Bob, you have been told that many times before, and each time the cancer returned. Don't get excited."
Then the argumentative reasoning part of you kicks in, "Yeah, but you've never followed surgery with a blasting 7-weeks of radiation while concurrently receiving pounding rounds of chemotherapy! You're gonna kick this thing square in the ass!"
I'm crying again. My prayers and the prayers of my friends and family have been answered. I don't know what else to say and I am so thankful for all of you. I am thankful for the smallest things in my day (my doctor made the Vulcan Star Trek sign with her hand and said, "Live long and prosper") and thankful for the big things, like this pathology report.
In the end and through it all, I remain a blessed man.