Leslie's in a meeting, and I don't feel up to calling any of my other friends, as I just don't want to unload on them for this:
Took Billie to the vet this morning, as she's had a few days of diarrhea. Doctor found, his words, "a big firm mass on her abdomen."
She's now getting X-rayed and blood-tested. We won't know anything for at least a day.
I'm trying not to cry, trying not to even think about anything other than good thoughts about Billie. It's hard to fight the natural impulse to prognosticate, but I'm a fighter when I need to be.
As the kids say, this is teh suck.
And, yes, I'll keep you posted.
Every single one of you is important to me, and I cannot express, in any way, the effect you've had on my life. Thanks for being there.
The Gift
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[Christmas, 1965 or thereabout]
The boy was very young; perhaps 7 or 8 years old. He loved everything about
Christmas - the lights, the music, Santa ...
10 months ago
1 Comments:
I'm glad it was nothing serious.
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