That single word can shatter lives, it's ridiculous how big of an impact it has. Let me tell you, I'm not a crier and that word reduced me back into being a child wailing at the top of my lungs, leaving my parents and boyfriend at a loss at words as to what to say or do to calm me down. My dad was so shocked to see me in this state that he even went to water the lawn at 12:30 am as I bawled on my moms bed. But I know as shattered as I was at the news, I was no where as impacted as my friend was and her family.
She has been suffering with extreme shoulder pain since January, and was repeatedly misdiagnosed. As her shoulder began to mysteriously swell, it puzzled seven doctors. "Frozen Shoulder" "Torn Deltoid" "Muscle Mass" "Dislocated Shoulder" -- no one was coming up with the right answer. Finally after months of pointless physio, and a massive growth and insane swelling in her shoulder taking it twice its normal size, she went to emergency. It was then that they finally took her seriously, booked her an MRI followed by a biopsy and within a week and a half (give or take a few days) we knew what it was. Osteosarcoma.
As heavy as the diagnosis was, we were all glad that finally she had an answer and can begin to get better. Currently she is doing scans and tests so doctors can begin treatment options so she can kick this to the curb and into the past. Despite all of this, I whole-heartedly know that she will be okay. She's one of the strongest people I know, and as much as this may hurt me, I know I have to be strong for her too.
