I was 15 when I met Ethan in the oncology unit 🎗️.
Two scared teenagers pretending chemo wasn’t as brutal as it was — getting through the days with bad jokes, shared snacks, and courage we kept borrowing from each other 🤍.

Treatment was long. The days were heavy.
Somehow, laughter still found us.

Ethan finished before I did.
When the nurses told him it was time to ring the bell 🔔, he looked at them and said quietly,
“I’ll wait for Lily.”

At the time, I didn’t fully understand what that meant ✨.
I just knew someone chose to stay.

Weeks later, my final treatment day arrived.
The hallway filled with nurses, applause, and smiles — but what I remember most is Ethan standing there, reaching for my hand 🤝.

We rang the bell together 🔔.

Everyone cheered, but in that moment, the only thing that mattered was this:
I wasn’t alone 💛.

Life didn’t magically become easy after that.
We stayed connected through follow-up scans 🏥, birthdays 🎂, fear-filled waiting rooms, and unexpected setbacks.
Cancer shaped us early — teaching us patience, empathy, and what it means to truly show up.

Ten years later, we stood side by side again — not in a hospital hallway, but at the altar 💍.

Cancer may have begun our story.
But love, commitment, and choosing each other every day — that’s what carried us the rest of the way 🤍.