edit: xrays/pics added At age 22, I was diagnosed and surgically treated for cervical cancer. I've been in remission ever since. At age 24, I slipped at work and got a hairline fracture on my femoral neck. (hip bone- the part between the ball and the leg bone) While that in itself wasn't so bad, it hurt way more than it was supposed to and happened *way* too easy. An MRI found a golf ball sized tumor in my femoral neck. I had been walking, running, jumping, etc on a piece of bone about the width of my pinkie finger. I was ordered to stay in bed to reduce the risk of breaking the little bit of bone that was left. In the meantime, my insurance company was fighting about where to send me and what to do about the tumor. i stayed in bed for 2 months waiting for them to get their shit straight, going to several doctors and getting tons of xrays, MRI's, bone scans and CT scans. They admitted me to the hospital and kept me there for 3 weeks before scheduling me for surgery. they rarely even let me sit in a wheelchair, in fear of the pressure on the little bit of bone that was left. Finally, they got me in to surgery and removed the tumor, placed a rod that runs the entire length of my femur, 2 screws holding its place above the knee, a pin into my femoral neck/ball and packed bone graft where the tumor was. I had to learn how to walk again and the recovery was horrendous. I found out the hard way that I am allergic to darvocet and that vicodin just didn't cut it. A few days after i was released from the hospital, I went back to the hospital via ambulance, I was so anemic that they wanted to give me a transfusion, but instead pumped a ton of iron into me- so much that i could taste it I finally started hobbling around enough to use crutches and started physical therapy. They pushed me too hard, too fast and I ended up with a spiral fracture 6 inches down from the original fracture/tumor. The spiral fracture was originally misdiagnosed as surgical pain. It had already started to heal by the time they saw it on X rays and gave me 2 options. Go through 2 more surgeries and months in a full cast (removal of pin/screws/rod, break leg, set leg, cast, replacement of pin/screws/rod) OR have a slightly twisted, slightly shorter leg... I opted for the latter. I was flat on my back and/or unable to walk unassisted for well over a year. i gained a LOT of weight. Add depression into the mix and you have a 180 pound train wreck of a human being. i decided about 2 months ago that NO MATTER how much pain, NO MATTER how much I hated it, the shift in eating habits or the amount of time i would be away from my family to work out, i was going to get ME back. The me that I was BEFORE cancer. I'm cancer/tumor free as of my last checkup and am sore as hell from working out. And I love every bit of it. IB"Icanseeyourcooter"