ASIDE: If you ever need emergency care for your pet, go to VCA at 18th and Alabama. They were absolutely great.
The vet felt around and said it was lymphoma. I wasn't really processing it and was like, "What's lymphoma?" Lymphoma turns out to be cancer and it's incurable and basically now my dog is going to die. We're working on treatment options with our regular vet but it doesn't look great.
|I just found out I have cancer. Does this is any way get me more treats?|
So that was Monday! On Tuesday, we found out that my Dad's cancer, which we thought had mostly gone away, had metastasized and is now all over and it's pretty bad and my sister and I are flying to be with him on Friday.
My Dog and My Dad Have Cancer! It's a country song. Except it's real.
I'm not putting all this out there in a shameless ploy to get your sympathy, but more by way of explanation about why I probably won't be blogging for a while, or if I do, it's probably going to be pretty depressing.
I'm gonna need some whiskey
Cause I feel pretty blue
My Daddy got the cancer
And now my dog does too
I guess I'll work on the lyrics some more.
Oh, one funny story at least has come out of this so far. Last week my Dad was doing some testing to check for brain cancer I guess and our half-sister sent my sister a text and she looked at her phone and it said "Dad has passed" and then she clicked on it and the rest of it said "his cognitive testing with flying colors!" And the moral of the story is BE VERY CAREFUL HOW YOU PHRASE YOUR TEXT MESSAGES.