parosteal osteosarcoma

Parosteal Osteosarcoma :- words as foreign to me as Russian til Wednesday, til I read mom's x-ray diagnosis : possible parosteal tumour. More commonly known as bone tumour, bone cancer.

Malignant - potentially fatal.

It didn't really hit me until yesterday night. The possible severity of this tumour on the femur. Cels / tissues that could kill. Mom believes there isn't a cure for bone cancer.

I broke down. Badly.

What made me break? Knowledge. I researched the term parosteal tumour after I heard it. And I kept on reading... Last night, I saw a picture of the operation they would carry out on parosteal osteosarcoma patients. Seeing that, knowing that my mom would have to go through it, was more than I could take. The strength that held me together since having heard the news from mom, gave way... to fear.

Daddy doesn't know yet, he's away. Seeing mom cry is utterly heart-wrenching. Tears of fear... tears of sorrow... tears for the end of a life.

Don't go there, I was told. I haven't... yet. What I know now, is enough to despair.