Cancer and Not Cancer
I am relieved that my biopsy came back Not Cancer.
As a pale girl who loves outdoors but won’t buy lotions or soap unless in a pump bottle because unscrewing caps is just too much of a hassle in my hygiene routine, I am pretty gobsmacked at the result. And of course I have resolved to slather myself diligently.
In more goodish news, there is a wee chance that my weight problems stem from a hormone unbalance. Yes, the excuse that everyone has used may actually be true in my case. After upping my exercise by a galgillion, the scale refused to budge. While I do feel better than I have in a long time, it would be nice to actually fit into more than 3 outfits in my closet. So, fingers crossed that the medicine works.
(Side Note: several other symptoms besides weight issues are things I have lived with for so long I just assume they were my “normal” - joint pain and trouble sleeping being two of them. Dare I hope?)
But not all results were good. Frisco, my sweet boy, my first pet on my own, had different test results. He has cancer, which has metastasized. He hopefully has several months left with us, but we will appreciate each day.
After two months of medical round-abouts which were hinting in this direction, I admit it is nice to know something for sure. It means we can stop rushing to the vet with each episode and focus on making him comfy.
Frisco would like everyone to know that Comfy = Bacon.