These past five years have been a long, damn (Sorry, Sister) time to hear that sound, applause and tears for strangers – other patients winning their journey with cancer – when I wanted for myself. But today it arrived for me.
The elusive and well-respected bell at Siteman Cancer Center announces a patient is clean. It is loud. It is overt. It is a prize.
No longer will I be mistaken for a pharma rep and asked for directions as I head for my own body scan. No longer will I cry BEFORE the physician walks in to give me the latest results. No longer will my parents have to live with the worry of another phone call saying it remains present.
Nope, from here out, checkups are like an annual well visit of health and gratitude.
My junior mint of cancer is no longer elusive, no longer a tease. Today, the bell was mine.
Thank you to my friends and family for all the love and support along this emotional journey.