It was Aug 7, 2002.  I woke up.  That was the best part of my day.  Aug 6 had been my last chemotherapy treatment.   The prognosis was good, I was going to live for probably a long time and my suffering through treatment was over.  I made a cup of coffee and sat outside watching life around me.  I dont remember what brand, it didnt matter.  Everything tasted a million times better that date and everyday after.<br /><br />Nicole Cates