That's the diagnosis that our close family friend received today.
He is 17.
I've blogged about him before - he is the son of one of my best friends, and my daughter Shelbie's boyfriend.
He was rushed to the ER last night in severe pain, and they found a mass in his chest that is larger than a softball. It was pressing on his lung and heart. "Like a rock on a balloon", his left lung couldn't inflate properly. I can't imagine how much he hurt.
He's pitiful. Can barely talk, but still reached his hand out for Shelbie and managed to talk to her, and later, ask his family where she was when we were downstairs getting dinner.
Obviously his mother is shocked and worried. Her life changed in an instant. His prognosis is good; it's one of those "if you must get cancer, this is the one you want to get" situations. He'll be in the ICU for at least two weeks.
But....it's CANCER. He's 17. He will have to go through radiation. He will lose his hair.
It certainly makes you remember what's TRULY important in life. A lesson many of us need sometimes.
Prayers, thoughts, voodoo, whatever.....totally appreciated.