He could have rung the bell.
The moment was his.
But he chose to wait β because God wasnβt done yet π.
We were 15, sick and scared, whispering prayers between chemo and silence π€ποΈ.
He finished treatment first and waited for me.

When my day finally came, we rang the bell together π β not because cancer was gone, but because God stayed β¨.
Ten years later, we stood side by side again β this time at an altar ππ€.
Cancer introduced us.
Faith carried us.
And God wrote the rest βοΈ.
If you believe, leave a prayer or a quiet amen π.