Anyone know the cure for a bad day?
My sister's mastectomy is coming up at the end of next week. I know they all say the chemo is the worst of it, and she had the last of her bad chemo treatments last week (YAY!) but the emotional part of the mastectomy... It's stressing me out, just because I know how much it's stressing her out. I know it means her life, but still, it's not easy.
Today I spent an hour and a half at the vet with two of my dogs, trying to get to the bottom of some things. Came away with a bunch of pills and will do a re-check in two weeks. Angus I'm not worried about. His leaky urine problem is annoying but not life threatening. India, though, concerns me. So many little symptoms that don't add up to anything specific but I know she's not right. I am almost positive she has cancer, but that's not really a diagnosis. Anyway, we did x-rays today and came up with some interesting results, but nothing conclusive. It looks like there's probably a mass in there. Could be cancer, could be lymph nodes, or ??? Then he said, "hmm, there's something here too," and tried several different ways of looking at it, ending up still stumped. So we wait, and treat some other things, like her slightly puffy liver and her bad hair coat, and be careful of her back because a couple disks are calcifying. He's going to have someone at WSU look at the x-rays.
AND I have to go to the doctor AGAIN. I hate going there. I think I have PTSD from when my daughter was hospitalized. Just kidding. Kind of. I also hate giving them money. Especially when they could just prescribe a better antibiotic for this stupid ear infection, which still hurts like heck sometimes.
So I think I just I discovered the cure for a bad day. A puppy, with a deer bone sticking out from his bulging cheek, looking like a one-tusked boar with a severe case of cute. Of course he dropped it before I could find my camera.
Thanks for putting up with my whining. I really try not to, but some days I just can't help myself.