AND THIS IS MY EXTREME WARNING.
GRAPHIC PICTURES AHEAD.
PROCEED WITH CAUTION.
This is me at 14, I'm on the right.
So when I was 14, I was diagnosed with osteosarcoma, which is bone cancer. It was in my left tibia. I had chemo for 4 months.
This is me all bald, and chemo-y.
Then I had surgery.
This is my leg cut open.
This is what they removed. It's the top of my tibia, and that thing at the top that doesn't look like it should be there is my tumor.
This is it from another side.
This is what they replaced it with. It's a donor bone.
The donor bone from another angle. That smaller bone inside of there is a piece of my right fibula. They wanted some live bone in there so it'd heal better.
Then they put the stuff in place and held it with a metal plate.
Then they put my kneecap back in place.
This is the finished product, all ready to be sewn and stapled up. :D
I had physical therapy to learn how to walk again, and chemo for 5 more months.
This is me a few months after chemo.
Since then, the cancer has come back in my lungs twice and I'm currently enrolled in a case study at St. Jude and receiving experimental treatments.
I've had 4 thoracotomies, which is where they go in and deflate my lung, pull it out, feel around and take out the tumors, put it back and re-inflate it. I get chest tubes which hurt horribly and they keep me on a drip of Dilaudid, which is synthetic heroin.
This is me after surgery, highly drugged, tyvm.
But the pictures make me feel better. That thing on my chest is a port a cath. It makes for less needle sticks in the arm since having to get 39048 of them destroyed my veins.
This is me now.
and for once, I'm on the left. :3