It was early on a Sunday morning. I knew I wasn't going to be able to drive so I asked Kyle, my awesome 16yo son, to drive me to the emergency room. We didn't have to wait long to see a dr. The first thing she did was order and xray. I told her I thought I tore the muscle or tendon. She wanted to check to make sure I hadn't completely torn it off the bone.
When the doctor came back into the room, the first thing she said was, "well your arm is broken, but not for the reason I thought". "My arm is broken?" Was all I could manage to say. She then went on to tell me that the radiologist saw a lesion in the fracture and that one cause could be from cancer. I couldn't believe how nonchalant she was telling me this; especially since my son was sitting in the room with me.
She fitted me into a sling. Because of the location of the break (upper humerus near shoulder joint), it got treated with a sling and not cast. She then advised me to see an oncologist and an orthopedic surgeon as soon as possible. Wrote me a prescription for some percocet and sent me on my way. At this point cancer was only a possibility. I left the hospital with so many different emotions.