It’s Been a Year Since I’ve Rung the Damn Bell
And I’m still holding my breath

I didn’t even realize it was my first anniversary of ringing the damn bell until I was scrolling through pictures on my phone. It’s been one year since I sat in my infusion chair, crocheting a blanket to pass the time. It’s been one year since I’ve had a needle jab through my chest port, feeling the icy medicine flow through my…