Michael waited to ring the cancer bell with me 🔔.
Ten years later, I married him 🤍💍.

We met at seventeen, in a place no teenagers expect to be — during treatment 🏥. Different diagnoses, same hospital halls, the same long, exhausting days that blurred into each other. We were just kids, learning words we shouldn’t have had to learn yet.

Michael finished treatment first.
The nurses smiled and told him it was time to ring the bell.

He didn’t.
He said he’d wait 🤍.

Months later, we stood side by side and rang it together 🔔✨. Not just as patients, but as two people who had learned early what it means to stay.

Life after cancer wasn’t easy 🎗️. We grew up fast. We carried scars no one could see, fear that lingered, and a strength we didn’t know we had. But through it all, we chose each other. Again and again. Choosing to show up 🤝, even when the road was uncertain.

Ten years later, there’s no hospital room.
No bell.
Just family 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦, warm sunlight ☀️, quiet laughter, and a future we once weren’t sure we’d get ✨.

Michael didn’t just wait for the bell.
He waited for me 🤍.