It all started when I was in the car with my parents and two younger brothers traveling from Stockholm to Gothenburg in Sweden to celebrate Christmas with my grandparents.
After a few hours in the car I started getting this really strange pain in my bottom from sitting down.
Every time I sat down after that the pain would come back.
My parents’ first reaction was that I must have fell and hurt myself or that it could be growing pains.
Two weeks later I was back in school again after the holidays and the pain was still there. Now it was so bad that I couldn’t sit down at my desk in school.
This made my mom realise that something might actually be wrong with me (especially since I was the kid that never complained). The next day we went to the doctor’s office and the kind doctor there had a quick look at me and said “You don’t have to worry it’s just growing pains”. We left the doctor’s office, believing his comforting words.
Late one evening in January and I was laying in the sofa watching TV with a really high fever. At this point my moms started to think that something was actually wrong with me. In her mind too many things were wrong at the same time. I had these pains now from my bottom for the last three weeks and on top of that this high fever.
She did what any loving mother would do and took me to the emergency room.
We arrived at the hospital late in the evening on the 17th of January 1996 and since that day my life has not been the same.
The doctors wanted to rule out that something wasn’t seriously wrong with me so they ordered an x-ray of my lower back/bottom and had us stay in the hospital over night.
I was so scared of both the x-ray and of staying over in the hospital.
The next day my dad arrived at the hospital as well and the doctors told my parents that I had cancer.
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