Alright well I’ve processed the hard news about the dog as best I can. I am still very devastated. I’ll cry as I write this. It’s an inoperable tumor that grew pretty fast over the last few weeks, on his butt, slightly under the tail and to the right of his butthole. Vet thinks even if it isn’t cancer (but likely it is bc of rate of growth), she doesn’t want to put him through that kind of surgery at his age and location. Too close to bowels. Would be such a hard recovery for him. Too hard to poop, stitches could rupture, etc etc. No quality of life worth it.
Sooo he may have 3-6 months left. And we wanna give him that time as he is, not in pain. It’s the humane thing but it’s ripping my heart in two and I’m not going to be okay for a long time.
Today is also my mom’s birthday, she would’ve been 72. so on top of the dog news it’s already a hard grief day for me.
On top of mom grief and dog news grief, dad also had a follow up with a doc today for a prostate exam. Bloodwork and urinalysis done. Needs an MRI in the next two weeks to see how enlarged it actually is and what course of action needs to happen next. He’s not acting all that concerned and I also know prostate stuff has come a long way in the last 30 years and it’ll prob be fine but I just lost a parent last year so sorry not sorry to be the concerned one here.
On top of all THAT I’ve been cramping and pmsing for five days so far, yet haven’t bled yet which is always maddening.
After his doc appt, Dad and I went to the cemetery and I brought some day lilies from our backyard for her. Two purples, one red, one peach, one pink. Then I bought my dad brunch at a fancy suburban place that my mom raved about even though we only went the one time before she passed.
Came home finished work stuff and binged the first 3 episodes of the new Big Brother season bc I needed something stupid and that’s the reality trash show I look forward to every summer.
So yeah. Life is unfair. Losing my ma last year. Prob losing my dog this year. 💔












