Words that reassured me as an osteosarcoma survivor

Words that reassured me as an osteosarcoma survivor

I was at the bottom of my disappointment.
I was only 10 years old, and I almost lost hope.
My doctor said, “I don’t know if the surgery is effective. In the operating room, I make an incision from the base of my right foot to the abdomen, check the inside, and if the lesion spreads, I give up the surgery.” The mother was incised.
Already, my abdomen was swollen and the zipper chuck on my trousers couldn’t close.
Even my doctor, who has a lot of experience in surgery, had a very bad condition of my osteosarcoma, and it seemed that it was almost too late to consider the surgical policy.
I was informed of all the information that my doctor could tell me, such as the progress of osteosarcoma being very bad, but instead I was taught by tremendous anxiety.
I felt such a stuffy feeling as if I was pushed to the bottom of my disappointment.
The mother who saw me called out to me when I got home from the hospital.
“It’s okay, let’s do our best together.”
I could feel the warmth from the inside of my heart.
“I’m not alone. I’m glad.” Yes, I thought.