July 3 2006 was the last day I took chemo and radiation treatment. I celebrate it as my personal independence day. On the occasion of the first anniversary I went back and visited all the doctors and techs involved which was an overwhelming emotional experience. When I got to the nuclear oncologist's office I cried like a baby as I embraced each of the people involved in my treatment. Reflecting on the experience I realized that the reason that I cried was because i could go o the doctor's office and leave and he could no longer cause me any pain