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.
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