By Pam Cawford
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Ringing of bells has historically served as a means of communication. Church bells brought parishioners to Sunday services, other special events, or announced the hours of the day. It also sounded warnings such as invaders or fires. Salvation Army volunteers continue to ring bells at Christmas as they collect donations. My mother vigorously rang a bell announcing dinner and we all headed to the kitchen. Bells are found in literature, including the poem “For Whom the Bell Tolls.” The Liberty Bell stands for this country’s independence.
Another fascinating bell ringing takes place at the end of cancer treatment, marking the end of chemotherapy or other treatment modalities. It began in 1996 at MD Anderson where Irve Le Moyne, a rear admiral in the U.S. Navy, was receiving treatment for cancer. He told his doctor he planned to follow a Navy tradition of ringing a bell to signify when the job was done. He did so, and in addition to leaving the bell, he left the following poetry:
“Ringing Out”
Ring this bell
Three times well
Its toll to clearly say,
My treatments done
This course is run
And I am on my way!
It became a tradition in many cancer treatment centers. However, the practice has been criticized by some who say it reminds other patients of how far they have to go, which could be depressing to them. Katherine O’Brien, a patient advocate with the Metastatic Breast Cancer Network wrote on LinkedIn “it’s insensitive to have a dance party” in front of them.
While there may be some logic in the criticisms, many have not found it discouraging but rather found courage and hope with each gong, knowing someone like them reached the end of treatment.
In three weeks, I will be ringing the bell, hopefully as loud as thunder. To me it means much more than the excitement of being cancer free, it symbolizes an 18-month battle, the nature of which was the hardest fight I have ever fought and taxed me as no other. It turned my life upside down and launched me into a twilight zone, ludicrous as that may sound. It shattered my inner core, challenged my beliefs and strength, and broke my heart into many pieces. But, my Icelandic “Viking” heritage kicked in, with the help of my boys, and I stayed rooted like a tree, not always able to stand tall, but bent with the wind of complications, too many to mention here.
And so, I will ring the bell, cloaked in a pink sweater. I will not be doing any happy dancing because I can hardly walk and will ring it with my left hand because I cannot reach that high with my right.
For whom does the bell toll? For not only me, but for everyone in that room.; patients, medical staff and me. Another poem expresses those thoughts in a much better way than I can.
I ring this bell for myself and every other
cancer patient that has, or is, or will walk the
journey that a cancer diagnosis brings.
I ring this bell for my caregivers, family, friends,
and perfect strangers who have given time, talents,
prayer and encouragement on my behalf.
I ring this bell for each employee that works within
these walls … thank you for the compassionate
care you choose to give each day.
My praise and thanksgiving is for each of you
and to God, the giver of your life and mine.
I ring this bell, I ring this bell, I ring this bell for you!