I pretty much have to change everything from below. I didn't break my hand through playing football, or shoveling, or anything like that. No it was something completely different. It's something I just can't believe, I can't even fathom the possibility.
My metatarsal didn't break, it was eaten, absorbed, there is no bone there. A tumor has consumed all of the calcium deposits sent to that bone for years. There was no bone to break, all that is left is a tumor, a ball of unholy cells. I go in next week for surgery to remove the tumor and surgically plant some bone from my radius into my hand. I am told that 98% or 99% of the time these tumors are benign and that he has only ever had one out of hundreds of these tumors that have been anything dangerous. Now I don't want to be melodramatic, but when I heard this, I freaked out, like I literally almost collapsed onto the floor in just sheer shock. The fact that he mentioned tumor, surgery, and everything in one full sentence was too much for me. I couldn't handle it, I still can't. Its the scariest day of my entire life to date.
Not only does this entire process scare me, but it also means some sacrifices, like no running for three months roughly, right arm in a sling, cast, supporter for months, probably two surgeries among other things. The worst of which being the running and also the fact that the surgery is at 6:30 in the morning next Wednesday. I have to be at the hospital at 5.... that majorly blows. oh well, it has to be fixed.
sorry about this post, i just had to let this out, its scaring me.