"Does that mean I'm cured?"
You need to recover.
"You'll still need monitoring, but this is wonderful news."
I cried.
After fourteen months, I could finally imagine a future.
I called Dad first.
Voicemail.
I'll visit Dad when I'm better.
Then Mom.
"My scans are clear! Can you and Dad come to the bell ceremony Friday?"
"Of course, sweetheart."
I shared the news in our family group chat.
Paige: I'll film you ringing the bell! ❤️
Dean: And I'll drive you home afterward!
No evidence of active disease.
***
I bought my first beautiful dress in over a year.
On Friday I stood beside the hospital bell and checking my phone.
"Excited?" Sarah, my nurse, asked.
"Terrified."
"Of ringing a bell?"
My scans are clear!
"Of finally believing I'm going to live."
She smiled. "Your family's coming?"
"All of them."
