Tuesday, June 10th, 2008

My life threatening surgery is scheduled for tomorrow. My mom has called Betsy, my close friend since the fourth grade, to tell her the news. She comes right away to see me, just in case. In the afternoon, the doctors receive the results of my biopsy. It is not large cell renal carcinoma as everyone has thought. It is Ewing’s Sarcoma, a very rare cancer most often found in young boys, in the bone. My odds of getting this cancer are astronomical. My dad wonders why I couldn’t have won the lottery instead. The doctors must decide whether to continue with the surgery, or postpone it until after I had received chemotherapy. At the very last minute, they decide to wait.

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