- Primary bone cancer is cancer that forms in cells of the bone. Some types of primary bone cancer are osteosarcoma, Ewing’s sarcoma, malignant fibrous histiocytoma and chondrosarcoma.
- A bone tumor refers to a neoplastic growth of tissue in bone. Abnormal growths found in the bone can be either benign (noncancerous) or malignant (cancerous).
- Knowing the word well and remembering it
- there is a partial traction-like retinal detachment.
- There are distant metastases (to bone, liver, or lung, for example), or skin and chest wall involvement beyond breast area.
stage 4 bone cancer – Bone Cancer
Strong till the very end
It all began in 1998 when she was diagnosed with breast cancer. She successfully fought it and it went into remission. Several years later in 2008 it came back in the form of severe bone cancer in her neck. Kaiser was ready to write her off and to put her on hospice under heavy pain medication. So we got a second opinion from UCSF, in which they told us that surgery was possible. UCSF corresponded with Kaiser and got Kaiser to do the surgery. Without she would have surely perished.
For the past three years she lived with huge metal bolts in the back of her neck. It made even the simplest tasks like laying down sideways or eating a lot at once a challenge. But she never seemed to think much of it. She just kept forging ahead, to always do what needed to be done now, just like she always told me. Her husband (my grandpa) always took such good care of her. But stress of her situation eventually tore him up. In late 2009, her husband was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer of an unknown type, most likely colon. Nobody saw it coming. He had basically no health issues for 77 years.
The next 3 months were agony for my family. Just 3 days after my graduation in December 2009 I was awakened in the middle of the night to screaming and an unconscious body. He was rushed to the ER where he went into severe cardiac arrest twice. He barely survived and was put on a respirator. Two months later he passed, leaving a huge void in the family. This was another devastating blow for my grandma. But still she somehow kept going this past year. She would say that this was no way to live, but that she was still living for the kids and especially for me. She was so worried about me even till the very end.
Around last fall things started to get out of control again. 2 spots on the liver, with one chemo after another after another. Her hips were starting to go, eventually with radiation on both legs. And of course with the holidays meant depression started to creep in. The last chemo was by far the hardest. And one of her hardest sessions fell on the day before Thanksgiving, which happens to be my grandma and grandpas anniversary. I watched her slip into depression and lay in bed every day for several days. Quite frankly, being there every day made me depressed, but I tried to do what I could.
In December we halted the chemo altogether because she just became far too weak. At the same time her doctor would insist that "nothing was life-threatening". Mid-January of this year she really continued to deteriorate, getting more tired, more dehydrated. Food was becoming more and more difficult to get down her because of taste and her neck. Chemo wreaks havoc on taste buds, and unknown to me at the time, it is part of the dying process.
Our last hope was for holistic medicine and natural cures through Vitamin C infusion, keylations and acupuncture. But it was just too late. She became bed-ridden for the last 2 weeks and stopped eating and drinking altogether a week ago. 3 of us: my aunt, my mom and myself lay in her old bed and watched her slowly fall into total unresponsiveness followed by a few hours of a horrifying death rattle. I reluctantly administered a final dose of morphine. I fell asleep at 1:30am and was awaken at 3am to find that she was gone.
Her and my grandpa were such great people. And I love and miss them so very much. I didn’t mean to go on and on, but I feel like I had to share her story.
They had to do a bone marrow test, two big needles which took the fluid out of my bone to test if I had disease in my bone marrow.
I never, so I’m stage 3, not stage 4.
I hope this leaves a wicked scar, hahaha.