Words that reassured me as an osteosarcoma survivor<\/p>\n
I was at the bottom of my disappointment.
\nI was only 10 years old, and I almost lost hope.
\nMy 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.
\nAlready, my abdomen was swollen and the zipper chuck on my trousers couldn’t close.
\nEven 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.
\nI 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.
\nI felt such a stuffy feeling as if I was pushed to the bottom of my disappointment.
\nThe mother who saw me called out to me when I got home from the hospital.
\n“It’s okay, let’s do our best together.”
\nI could feel the warmth from the inside of my heart.
\n“I’m not alone. I’m glad.” Yes, I thought.<\/p>\n