|Sooner or later, I'll post some non-stressy stuff...
||[Oct. 16th, 2010|05:30 pm]
...but I suppose that's not going to happen today.|
Skitty has a large bump behind one ear. She's lost 14 ounces in 6 weeks (and on a 6 pound kitty, that's even worse than usual).
Got her to the vet, the doctor thinks cancer is the most likely cause, and took a needle aspiration.
It could be an infection. We won't know until the labs open and analyze the sample.(Under the microscope, he saw signs of inflammation, but nothing conclusive.)
Well... while I was there, I'd decided that if he saw cancer, we weren't going to draw it out. Skitty's had a very unhappy life in some ways - I don't see any point in letting it draw out if she can't be happy and comfortable.
But the doctor said it might not be cancer. So, we gave her a shot of antibiotic. And now we wait.
And I want to grieve, and worry, but I don't have time. So, back to work.
I am once again realizing that I'm really past normal stress reactions at this point. I've cried a couple times for a few minutes, but there comes a time where it's just, like, okay, so, what can I do? Nothing. So, keep going.
I will grant that keeping busy *is* better than moping, but sometimes it makes me want to scream at the forces that are keeping me busy, because everyone deserves a little moping time, you know?