Ringing the bell with all the strength of her little fist, my brave girl, Jorja, beamed at everyone on the ward. Alongside her dad Lee, then 27, we chanted the words we’d longed to say. ‘I ring this bell, three times well, its toll clearly says, my treatment is done, this course is run, and now I’m on my way.’
It was February 2017 and Jorja, then two, was finally leaving the cancer ward after almost a year of battling a rare and aggressive brain tumour. She had survived brain surgery and endured chemotherapy and gruelling stem-cell treatment. Yet she never lost her little smile. And now, as we left the hospital, that smile radiated.
I should have felt
