Taylor Wilson
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I would like to say thank you to everyone who is reading this, and I do want to explain what has lead us to this point.
A few weeks ago my beautiful sixteen year old daughter, Taylor, had been complaining about her elbow hurting. My wife, Lisa, took her to see the doctor. Due to the fact that there was no swelling or redness, no visible injury, and she had not injured the elbow, the doctor concluded it was tennis elbow. He took her out of sports for a week and told her to rest.
We also happened to be in the process of moving to a new home. I told Taylor, and her sister, Ella, that we needed help packing and moving boxes. The time came for the work to start and no Taylor. She was upstairs lying in my bed. It is well known that I do not like the kids in my room and in my bed. She heard me coming up the stairs and tried to quickly get out of bed and fell on the hurt elbow. I heard the loud thud and immediately inquired about the noise. Taylor said she had slipped and fell on her arm. I didn’t find out until later that she had fallen out of bed trying to escape me yelling at her for lying in my bed. She said her arm really hurt, but she was ok. She did help with the move despite the pain.
The next few days the pain in her arm got worse. Lisa took her back to the doctor, who ordered X-rays. It was discovered that when she fell, due to the weakened state of the bone, she fractured it very close to the elbow. There was also something on the X-ray in that same area that the doctors where unsure of. Taylor was sent to see an orthopedic surgeon. He wanted to do an MRI of the area. After the MRI he wasn’t sure what was going on in the bone, but it didn’t look right. He sent Taylor to see a bone specialist at the University of Rochester. This doctor thought it might be something called fibrous dysplasia. She said that a biopsy was needed. The plan was that she would make an incision in Taylor’s arm, take the biopsy, and send it to the lab. Hopefully the lab would be able to make a quick determination that it was fibrous dysplasia. The doctor would remove the affected bone and put bone graphs in place. However, it was decided that more time was needed to study the biopsy. The doctor closed Taylor up and sent us home.
Two weeks later we had a follow up appointment. At this time we were told the worst news you can hear as a parent, Taylor has cancer. She has a type of cancer called Ewing Sarcoma. As we were all settling down after the shock of hearing this news, I told Taylor “Well it is a good thing I am an asshole about you being in my bed, because if not we may have not found this as early as we did.” If she hadn’t fallen on her arm the doctors might have just continued to think it was tennis elbow.
To be honest, after the fall I wasn’t sure how much of her complaining was just trying to get out of work. I can tell you now that Taylor is the toughest person I know. With a fractured arm that had cancer in it she still helped move.
Taylor is going to have a full dose of 6 to 8 treatments of chemotherapy, followed by surgery. She is going to have the affected bone taken out and a prostatic bone put in it’s place.
That is the quick and dirty story that lead us to where we are today. I know with everybody’s support she is going to fly through this, get healthy, and have a long and productive life.
Taylor, Lisa, Ella, and Chris want to thank everybody for their support.
A few weeks ago my beautiful sixteen year old daughter, Taylor, had been complaining about her elbow hurting. My wife, Lisa, took her to see the doctor. Due to the fact that there was no swelling or redness, no visible injury, and she had not injured the elbow, the doctor concluded it was tennis elbow. He took her out of sports for a week and told her to rest.
We also happened to be in the process of moving to a new home. I told Taylor, and her sister, Ella, that we needed help packing and moving boxes. The time came for the work to start and no Taylor. She was upstairs lying in my bed. It is well known that I do not like the kids in my room and in my bed. She heard me coming up the stairs and tried to quickly get out of bed and fell on the hurt elbow. I heard the loud thud and immediately inquired about the noise. Taylor said she had slipped and fell on her arm. I didn’t find out until later that she had fallen out of bed trying to escape me yelling at her for lying in my bed. She said her arm really hurt, but she was ok. She did help with the move despite the pain.
The next few days the pain in her arm got worse. Lisa took her back to the doctor, who ordered X-rays. It was discovered that when she fell, due to the weakened state of the bone, she fractured it very close to the elbow. There was also something on the X-ray in that same area that the doctors where unsure of. Taylor was sent to see an orthopedic surgeon. He wanted to do an MRI of the area. After the MRI he wasn’t sure what was going on in the bone, but it didn’t look right. He sent Taylor to see a bone specialist at the University of Rochester. This doctor thought it might be something called fibrous dysplasia. She said that a biopsy was needed. The plan was that she would make an incision in Taylor’s arm, take the biopsy, and send it to the lab. Hopefully the lab would be able to make a quick determination that it was fibrous dysplasia. The doctor would remove the affected bone and put bone graphs in place. However, it was decided that more time was needed to study the biopsy. The doctor closed Taylor up and sent us home.
Two weeks later we had a follow up appointment. At this time we were told the worst news you can hear as a parent, Taylor has cancer. She has a type of cancer called Ewing Sarcoma. As we were all settling down after the shock of hearing this news, I told Taylor “Well it is a good thing I am an asshole about you being in my bed, because if not we may have not found this as early as we did.” If she hadn’t fallen on her arm the doctors might have just continued to think it was tennis elbow.
To be honest, after the fall I wasn’t sure how much of her complaining was just trying to get out of work. I can tell you now that Taylor is the toughest person I know. With a fractured arm that had cancer in it she still helped move.
Taylor is going to have a full dose of 6 to 8 treatments of chemotherapy, followed by surgery. She is going to have the affected bone taken out and a prostatic bone put in it’s place.
That is the quick and dirty story that lead us to where we are today. I know with everybody’s support she is going to fly through this, get healthy, and have a long and productive life.
Taylor, Lisa, Ella, and Chris want to thank everybody for their support.
Organizer
Chris Fahrner
Organizer
Fairport, NY
