What Ringing the Bell Meant to Me

This week marks 2 years since one of the most emotional milestones of my life: ringing the bell after 18 weeks of chemotherapy. 🔔

Before my breast cancer diagnosis, I thought the bell was just a nice tradition. But being in the cancer center every 3 weeks for months taught me it’s so much more. 

I watched people of all ages ring that bell, and every time I was moved to tears.

After my first round of chemo and its rollercoaster of side effects, I finally understood: ringing the bell isn’t symbolic, it’s monumental.

It means you’ve endured the impossible, survived the unimaginable, and arrived at a moment filled with immense gratitude.

When my day came, I rang the bell back and forth 6 times — one for each round of chemo — and cried tears of joy and relief. My husband even surprised me by inviting our parents to witness it, making the moment even sweeter.

For me, the bell will always be more than a sound. It’s a symbol of hope, survival, and positivity; a celebration of reaching the rainbow after the storm. 🌈

Grateful to have my family by my side throughout chemo, and to watch me ring the bell

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