Diagnosis

The answer to all our fears is simple.

1.)  Yes, it's cancer

2.) It's extremely aggressive

3.) It has spread to his bones

4.) It's non treatable.

5.) He has two months

So in short, he has extremely aggressive, non-treatable bone cancer and has two months to live.

This can't be happening

It never ends...

My friend has a probable diagnosis of cancer.

They don't know for sure, but he does have a massive tumour in his shoulder, and his body has been acting weird all of a sudden.  They think it's an extremely aggressive cancer.

I don't understand this.

I haven't done much ranting at God yet, but I will, especially if it does turn out to be a huge, cancerous, aggressive tumour.  Oh great, I'm starting to cry again.  He's only fifteen!  He doesn't deserve this, actually, he's be one of the LAST people I would say that deserves it.  He is the most hilarious, sweet, scarcastic, and goofy guy ever.  He was one of my best friends in elementary school.  He made life bearable for me when I was alone in grade five.

It just goes and goes and goes... it's the Year of the Cancer.  Three people I know have died from it, and two people (or, will be two when the diagnosis is firm) have been diagnosed with an extremely aggressive kind.  My dad's best friend, a kid at my youth group's dad, and a mentor from my Orchestra have all passed away.  My next door neighbour and family friend for as long as I can remember has cancer through her whole body.  And now this...

Not to mention my Nana nearly dying in February and my friend's best friend dying from cystic fibrosis...

It's too much.

We find out tomorrow.