On a beautiful day on twitter, I came across a strong lady who will be sharing her bone cancer “yeeting” story that helped me see life from a different perspective.
Sit back and become aware through this write up that bone cancer exists, not forgetting this is to help bring more awareness on bone cancer…
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When I turned 20 years old, I was living a fast paced life: I was a full-time university student, working full-time, and a single mother to my son Jason.
All that came to an abrupt halt when I was diagnosed with a rare pediatric bone cancer called Ewing’s Sarcoma.
In early 2014 I developed an indescribable, deep ache in my right knee. It took months to get a diagnosis of bone cancer because my symptoms were minimized by doctors.
I was told I was over-exaggerating and needed therapy, needed to lose weight, and was accused of pain pill seeking. The pain, and frustration, kept getting worse until I firmly demanded a doctor order imaging on my leg.
“Imaging is showing something bad,” the doctor said.
This “something bad” came as a relief because I was finally going to get answers. I underwent a bone biopsy and had to wait a week more for my results.
On The day after celebrating Mother’s Day with my then 3 year old son, I received a call from the surgeon saying : “You have a rare bone cancer called Ewing’s Sarcoma.
It is very aggressive, but know that we will fight this even more aggressively.” I collapsed into my kitchen chair in disbelief and put my face in my hands. I didn’t think cancer or even bone cancer could happen to me.
I met the chemotherapy oncologist the next day and she told me it was urgent we started treatment so I only had a week to get my affairs in order for I would not be able to continue my schooling and work.
Chemotherapy treatment for Ewing’s Sarcoma is one of the toughest cancer protocols out there since there has not been any innovation in years. There is little funding into researching this disease because each year there are only about 200 Ewing’s diagnoses per year in the United States plus We have a population of about 330 million.
Since the drugs are so old and toxic, much of the treatment is required to be inpatient. At this point, chemotherapy and surgery didn’t scare me but Being away from Jason and what would happen to him if I did not survive was the most frightening thing about this whole bone cancer ordeal.
Thankfully, Jason’s paternal grandmother stepped up to the plate and became Jason’s primary caregiver for the 10 out of 12 months that I was inpatient, fighting this beast. I knew he was in good hands but having to essentially “give him up,” tore me apart.
In the hospital I did everything I could to make sure my son would remember who I was and that I could still provide him with guidance and comfort, even if I passed away. I recorded my voice reading children’s books for him.
I recorded videos for him. I wrote letters to be given to him as he went through different milestones in life that I might miss out on like graduations or His wedding. I also wrote him letters for things we all go through, like failing tests, feeling inadequate, dates, heartbreaks, and more.
I arranged to see him as often as possible, so he would visit me at the hospital on weekends.
Seeing him was what motivated me to continue treatment, but I definitely had some lows because treatment was absolutely torturous. Staff at the hospital jokingly called me “Murphy’s Law Girl” for almost every possible medical complication that could go wrong in treatment, did go wrong and I laughed along too.
After everything I’d been through, I developed a dark sense of humor as a coping mechanism. But there were points that I would beg for bone cancer treatment to stop so I could go home and be a mom. I was sternly reminded that if I stopped, I may only get a few months with Jason. If I pushed through, I could possibly be a mom for years to come.
In September 2014, I had limb-salvage surgery where a surgeon removed the bone cancer affected limb. I felt overjoyed that I got to keep my leg because I had known since treatment started that amputation was always a possibility. I was almost halfway through treatment. I started seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.
All that came crashing down in December 2014 when I went home to visit my son for a couple of days. I quickly declined and went into septic shock. The home nurse called paramedics and the amount of pain that I was in could not be controlled because I developed a tolerance to opiate medications after being on them for treatment.
The paramedics said there was no more time to try to get me comfortable, so I had to brace myself. I swear with everything in me that I tried to brace myself because I knew my son was able to hear everything going on, but I screamed and cried out in pain.
As they carried me out I looked down and my son was looking up at me in terror. He was watching his mom being carried away, screaming and crying, but I took all the strength left in me to tell Jason that I loved him and that I promised I would be back. I then came to the horrifying realization that I made a bold promise.
It quickly became a decision between life and limb since the sepsis started because a hospital borne pathogen got into my limb-salvage wound. On December 9, 2014 I had an above the knee amputation.
I did not know how to tell Jason that I lost my leg, so it was kept secret. On Christmas Day, he came to visit me. He noticed something was different so he pulled the blanket off of me and said, “mommy your sick leg is gone.”
I froze, then responded, “doctors had to take it off because it was making me sicker.” Jason replied, “okay then. Let’s color.” It didn’t matter that his mother’s leg was gone, because his mother was still here.
Despite just having undergone my amputation, I still had to complete treatment. I struggled with being physically sick from chemo, emotionally wrecked from all the trauma, having to learn how to do things as a new amputee, and still being separated from my son.
I was finally declared to be in remission on May 14, 2015. My 5 year remission anniversary is coming up, which means I will be able to consider myself cured instead of in remission.
I have had many ups and downs these last 5 years and life isn’t totally easy, per se. But these last 5 years have been the best years of my life. Mine and Jason’s little family grew from two to three, free from drama and abuse; instead with constant support and love from my fiancé Peter.
He picks up the pieces when I physically or emotionally cannot, and most importantly, he loves and guides Jason as though he were his own blood. Jason and I are still healing, and Peter is helping us heal.
This experience has shown me what is really important in life, and that is happiness. Life is too short and too fragile to not do what makes you happy. I am humbled and grateful for everything I have now, because knocking on death’s door almost took everything from me.
I purposely share my bone cancer story because I don’t want people to need something catastrophic to happen to them, for them to realize what truly matters in life.
Happiness matters which is why I can say these last 5 years have been the best of my life, because I finally get to put my happiness first.
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