Tuesday, November 06, 2012
I've always felt that way. Unfortunately, today it's making me powerless. I dropped Simba off for an ultrasound to find out once & for all what's really going on with him & I don't like the answer: lymphoma.
I feel somewhat like I'm trapped in a déjà vu nightmare, as that is most likely what killed his predecessor, Cleo. Only she was 16 & he's only 11.
They have to do a biopsy to see what sort of cancer it is & treatment options . . . most pretty expensive. And I don't even know how long I'll be gone next week & therefore can't schedule anything right now.
Well, the good news is he's alive right now. It's a rollercoaster - he has good days & bad days, but this cat is not dying today & I very much doubt I have to worry about it happening while I'm away.
I had meant to recap oct goals & think about nov goals but not surprisingly that didn't happen today. A lot of tears instead & I don't cry easily. A 6 mile run on the treadmill (cause it's REALLY cold out & I just didn't want to deal with it today) that helped ease the stress. And blogging/venting is always helpful, too.