It all started with a persistent ache in the small of my back. I didn’t think much of it, but my mother was worried and eventually convinced me to get it checked out at the doctor’s. The tests that followed revealed the truth: I had Ewing’s Sarcoma.
My life became a blur after that. I was rushed from hospital to hospital, from scans to chemo, from doctor’s appointments to private treatments. Nothing worked. My body was slowly deteriorating and no matter what I tried, I was slowly losing the battle. It slowly became clear that I wasn’t going to make it.
It was the hardest thing I ever went through. I had to face the reality that I was dying, while watching my family suffer. I wanted to be brave and stay strong for them, but I couldn’t help but break down into tears at times. I wanted to stay, but there was nothing more the doctors could do.
The end came two months later. I was surrounded by my family and friends, who told me all the things I wanted to hear and made sure I went with all the love in the world. I went in peace, but their pain was heavy in the air.
Ewing’s Sarcoma was a sorrowful tale for both me and my family. But although it was a tragedy, I hope that there is still a light at the end of this dark tunnel. A light that will be brighter for all those who will come after me.