My dear Friends,
My heart is heavy for sweet Abriel and her family tonight. Tonight I share a story that I've been following for a little while, and it is a story that was so full of joy and now has struck a terrifying plot twist still unfolding in real time.
First, here is the first part of Abri's story, written by her Mama on their Team Abri Facebook page:
"At 7:30 PM on Friday September 4, 2015 we received a knock on our hospital room door that changed our lives forever. Our beautiful, spunky, full of life little girl was diagnosed with an extremely aggressive form of bone cancer called Ewings Sarcoma. It all started a week earlier on a Thursday night while saying her bedtime prayers, Abri suddenly had a pain in her left leg below her knee. Assuming it was nothing to worry about we tucked her into bed. Friday morning Abri woke up with pain in that same spot so I assumed she probably pulled something in her leg, gave her some medicine and sent her to school. At school that day Abri went to the nurse once and was given icepack for her leg but was otherwise pain free. That evening she still said her leg was sore but bearable and again we tucked her into bed without any worry. At 10:30 PM she woke up screaming and holding her leg. Knowing at this point there had to be something wrong, we took hr to the ER where they ran X-rays and saw nothing of concern. The doctor told us that Abri's pains were growing pains and to not worry and give her Tylenol and Motrin until the pain subsided. Saturday and Sunday the pain continued off and on and she began limping. At some points the pain was so bad that she would scream and cry but then it would go away again. Monday morning the pain was still there and the limping was getting worse so we made an appointment with Abri’s pediatrician. The pediatrician could not figure out why Abri was in so much pain and also assumed it was growing pains. He sent us off to get labs drawn just to safe and told us that if it didn’t improve in another week that we should try to get her in with an orthopedic surgeon. By Wednesday morning we had had enough of Abri being in so much pain so my husband started calling around to orthopedic surgeons in the area hoping to get Abri in to one of them as soon as possible. One surgeon at Phoenix Children’s Hospital had and opening at 1:00 that afternoon so I picked Abri up from school and my husband drove her down for the appointment. I had no idea that this would be the last day my sweet girl would be attending her second grade year with her friends. The orthopedic surgeon at PCH immediately knew something was not quite right and decided to admit Abri for an MRI. That evening Abri was put under anesthesia for the first of many times to come and an MRI of her leg was taken. We were told that something appeared on the MRI and that they assumed it was a bone infection and they would be performing surgery in the morning to clean it out. The next morning Abri was put under anesthesia again for surgery but things did not go as planned. We were told that when they opened up Abri’s leg they did not see what they had expected so they did a biopsy and we would hear back in a week or so. Cancer was never even mentioned as a possibility. We settled into our room on the 7th floor while the pain team worked on trying to control the extreme pain Abri was now in from the surgery and waited for results. I remember walking up and down the hallways seeing all of the rooms that contained little bald kids and bright yellow Chemo signs and thinking “at least my baby girl does not have cancer.” I felt so sorry for the exhausted and terrified parents I passed in the cafeteria and felt so grateful that at least we weren’t one of them. Then came the knock on the door. A moment frozen in time that still brings me to my knees. Thankfully, after several more tests, it was found that Abri’s cancer had not spread to any other parts of her body. She began her 17 rounds of chemo the next week, which took a year to complete, and she had limb salvage surgery on Dec. 23, 2015. The tibia, which contained her tumor, was removed and an adult cadaver arm bone was put in its place. Abri spent 9 months in a wheel chair, lost all of her beautiful long blond hair, endured numerous pokes, shots, transfusions, scans and surgeries but is now in remission and learning to walk again. She is back in school full time and enjoying every minute of “normal” life. God is good!"