After my biopsy came back positive I met with my Orthopedic Oncological Surgeon to determine next steps. What a day that was. I thought I would meet with him, he would review all the many tests I had over the previous 2 ½ months and he’d give me his opinion. No, I had to REPEAT all the tests, with a few more thrown in for good measure, because anything older than a few weeks was not current enough information on which to base a plan of attack. So I was cat scanned, bone scanned, x-rayed, radioactive dye injected, mri’d within an inch of my life and then I found myself back in his office. The doctor came in, stern look on his face, and began. “Just so you understand the seriousness of this situation, this surgery is not a little league game, it’s not a high school game, it’s not a college game, it’s an NFL game. But it is NOT the Superbowl.” I didn’t know whether to cry or be relieved. I suppose his point was that this was really serious, but it could be worse. The hole in my pelvic bone had doubled in those 2 ½ months. Very aggressive. I was staged at 2A. He explained that he would go in and resect my pelvic bone, removing approximately a 3 inch by 3 inch section. I wondered if I would live and if so if I would ever walk again, but I remained silent with tears streaming down my face. There were no words at a time like that. Surgery was scheduled for the following week…