Some time ago a 14 year old girl came into my therapy office, brought in by her family which included Mom and sisters. Let’s call the girl Sarah.
Sarah could barely make it up my 3 flights of stairs. She walked with difficulty with a cane. Sarah had had leukemia, which was in remission. But cancer treatments which had saved her life had also disabled her.
According to her doctors, she had the bone density of a 90 year old–severe osteoporosis. On good days she could walk with a cane. Bad days meant a wheelchair. The doctors told her that her condition was irreversible and that it would only get worse with time.