09/02/2026
He refused to ring his cancer bell.
Not until I could ring mine too.
Today, that boy is my husband.
I was 15 when I met Ethan in the oncology unit. We were two scared teens pretending chemo wasn’t as bad as it was, passing time with jokes and snacks. Ethan finished treatment months before me. When the nurses told him he could ring the victory bell, he told them, “I’ll wait for Lily.” I didn’t learn that until later, but it meant everything. When my final treatment finally came, Ethan showed up, grabbed my hand, and we rang the bell together. The hallway cheered, but all I remember is feeling like he made the hardest months less lonely. We stayed connected through every scan, birthday, and setback after that. Ten years later, we stood side by side again—this time at our wedding. God turned a hospital hallway into the place where our story began.
Cancer began it, but faith and commitment kept us together.