My Daughter Finally Rang the Bell After Finishing Chemotherapy – But as We Were Leaving the Hospital, Her Doctor Rushed After Us and Said, 'Wait! There's Something You Needed to Know. I Couldn't Keep It a Private Matter Any Longer'
Nobody spoke.
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They stood together beneath the awning, smiling as Martha stepped into the afternoon sunshine.
She stopped halfway down the sidewalk. Then began hopping over every crack she saw.
I laughed. "What are you doing?"
She looked back with the biggest grin I'd seen in years.
"I missed sidewalks, Mom."
The nurses covered their mouths.
Angela leaned against Mr. Howard because she was crying too hard to stand straight.
"I missed sidewalks, Mom."
Not because Martha had beaten cancer.
Because she was finally worried about something only a 10-year-old would think about.
I squeezed my daughter's hand. She squeezed mine back.
Then she looked over her shoulder and waved both arms wildly at the people standing in front of the hospital.
Every single one of them waved back.
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As we reached the parking lot, I turned for one last look.
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