After twelve months of this…

…and walking by this…

…my boy got to do this.

He finally got to ring the “I’m finished with chemo” bell.
Oh, happy day, oh, happy day.

Here he is with Lindsay, one of his favorite nurses.
The staff sang to him, cheered him on and gave him gifts.

We’ve waited a long time for this.

This treatment was not and is not a cure for this awful disease, but it will hopefully curtail his symptoms for a very long time. For now, we’re thankful and happy. And I am personally awed by my boy. He’s spent his last year as a teenager dealing with something that most of us never will have to face and he’s done it without complaint. He’s made the Dean’s list every semester of his treatment and played at the top spot on his college tennis team in spite of his fatigue. I have a little super hero in my house.